They do not allow me to look.
I always take hot shower
Cause after this shower
Mirrors are fogged.
They don't allow me to look
I put my clothes on
and without even looking
i leave those mirrors
they don't allow me to look but
Maybe next time
I'll take the cold one
Maybe they will allow me to take just one, little look.
and let me smile.
for that one person looking for someone pretty in the piece of glass.
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