Lirieke:
Inna Modja

We're packing our suites to travel We'll step out the border Stop beeing just clubbers We'll fly to antoher place than Ibiza where everbody'd live and

Couldn?t wake up this morning while I was ending a break I was late so I try to hurry hurry I was running in the street and I broke my heels Ouh ouh ouh

Big Will is a strong Man he won't let know that he's so broken but inside his head it's a mess He wake's up in the morning And his faith in life's disappearing

You're on the way Back to the Bar Chasing you blues away You the Drunkard Star You dry your tears in so many whiskeys Cos' Baby I'm gone I ain't gonna

I met this pretty boy in Paris He used to tell me that I'm jolie I couldn't say a word just Coco Choco Chanel Coco Chanel Chocolat In my heart In my

You're on the way Back to the Bar Chasing you blues away You the Drunkard Star You dry your tears in so many whiskeys Cos' Baby I'm gone I ain't gonna

They are always around me. Turning. They all say that I'm nice and beautiful Always tell me sweet words, and sweet little lies Always tell me that I'

I met this fella' on a Saturday night He gave me fever and my temperature was high This pretty Baby was mine Untill the dawn then he said Bye-bye He

We're packing our suites to travel We'll step out the border Stop beeing just clubbers We'll fly to antoher place than Ibiza where everbody'd live and