Lanosema, No

After dinner comes the reckoning
and after love there's a final score
all I feel is sort of agony
time is right I have to go

Who can say how things will turn for me
I can see it all at hand
there's a frown I hide behind the mask
and I hope you understand

LANOSEMA NO
GIRL YOU GOT ME SO
IN THIS SPAN OF TIME
KNOWING IT WILL BE FINE

With the day comes a better sense of it
with the fame you get success
then you undergo not knowing it
still unconscious more or less

Who can now deny the obvious
I am not the one to interfere
what a shame you're no longer glorious
let me go I disappear