Till my mother screaming   Makes my father praying   I’ll be telling lies    after supper time      would it be suspicious   if I made few wishes   I want to shave my head   Want to run away      I’m out of senses      But my hand in your hand    Keeps my sight above that   Till I tear you up   With one word again      And I’m always sorry   And it makes me worry   That it’s not my turn    To spend time with you      I’m out of senses      And your body cover   Sixty-nine moles   Sixty-nine moles   I don’t mind at all      Moles as raindrops fall   On my neck and nose   You look good to me   Let me taste them all      I’m out of senses      Oh I hate that tram    Keeping us apart   Oh It breaks my heart    Every time it rides      I’m out of senses