Fiction Love by The Death Of Robert Lyrics

That little girl with a green cloth coat was going
To the house of the new tenants on Berst Ben Street
She was shy, she knew that the ball in her face was intentional
The trees that morning were moving, dancing
As they had never done before. What?
This feeling is new, but I like it
This is a fictional love
She has rung the bell, she is even more nervous
A thin lady greets her, invites her in
A blond girl with big gray eyes looks at me with a toothless smile
It's her. The mud of the patio and the fun melts the skins of these two little ones
It's wonderful… What? This feeling is new, but I like it
I want it all my life. This is a fictional love, but the truth is that it is real