Elias Rønnenfelt

If we're going down, it's in a hang glider
You ****ing launched like it was a paraglide
And I want to preach the truth in everything
It's not a morgue...

She's my suitor, just a wooer
A lighter, a fiddler
She's the master of disaster
An offer for lovers

She's a fighter with no dagger
A quitter, my kill...

Oh, mama, mama, come back to me
Streamlined baby in Delaware
Oh, like that and like this and there
Your love's at range, but only God knows where
Dumb...