In my head, I can hear a voice,
it is her and I do not have a choice!
Yesterday, she was so kind and calm,
sitting in the desert under the palm …
To me, she, ah, again, she, is like the drugs,
she is gone and there will be no hugs!
She lured me into the deep trap,
to her I am boring, old and crap …
You do not want to know her, she is Ana,
she is a mirage, in the desert like a Fata Morgana …
I was an idiot and such a jerk and a fool,
do not play with her, because she acts so cool!