Vintage

Back home, to where I don't feel alone

In home, no homme, no nothing
Just me all alone


Drank sangria, and felt itzy bitzy dizzy
Yelled: Victoria! Yes, now i got you crazy


Black day, 'cause I forgot, I forgot IT
In Rome, I dreamt to have a spot
But no, we're not in Rome


Don't open the door
'cause it may go
Don't open the door
'cause you may go


Just, let it vintage
Not now
Let us vintage
Wait now
Hope don't forget with age
Let this vintage.