Pretend - Emika

Once again that silly common talk

Will you look at me for once like you’re not bored

At the end of this unlikely pretty night

I’ll be singing in my car and you’ll be tired

Come again without your guilty thoughts

You could have it all by making just a phone call

At the latest gig that maybe you come too

I will pray to God to make me look more cool

Downtown, cool downtown

Well don’t let these people turn you down

Don’t let those people ask:

What do you like or who do you prefer?

About the things that make you scream your loudest wow

Do not stand against the wall

Do not give me any:

Darling, I want you so much more than I pretend!

Look at me or listen to my songs

Look at me or listen to my songs

You could have it all by knocking on my door

But you’ve never found the right way to my place

So my little baby I won’t miss your taste

If you cry aloud the things you’ve said

If you cry aloud the music you have hated

Then you probably can see the reason why

I am dancing like a fool and you are drunk