Testo The Girl B.C.

The girl you can′t talk about is
Running roundabouts in my head
And you never said a word
The girl you now live without found
A new place to settle down and upend
She made a mess of everything

The girl B.C. might've have been here before me The girl B.C. was first to meet your family
The girl barely made an impression
But I still feel I′m second to the girl B.C.
To the girl before me

The streets so dark
Walking by foot on shattered mirror
I broke the image myself

The girl B.C. might've have been here before me
The girl B.C. probably chose out these bedsheets
The girl loosely demands any attention
But I still feel I'm second to the girl B.C.
To the girl before me