She touched by me, painted on jeans And on heptan, cause she was a glee I'm a good man, I'm a good number and a man. Yeah. She said I was a treasure she had only to take. Now I'm a good man, now I'm a sherry on the set of clear. And the horse that beat anyone No one knows who wrote I lose my cool, conscious scenery And I get so excited just from the beginning No more secrets, but just from the mind Yeah, you're kind of stupid You're kind of sharing the same thing But most of the hearts have beaten one