Pop'n Music 7 - Chamomile Bathroom lyrics

rate me

No seet view of what I want today.

No sweet sound of what I want tommorow day.

I drink a glass of tomato juice every day.

And I'm there secretely in the bathroom at two.

No window here I cannot hear, cannot see just.

A lot of bubbles and the perfume of Chamomiles--!

Attack of a direct sun.

Is anyone decent? I feel.

I don't need my eyes.

How can I make the sound come out.

Just be myself.

Walking around just chasing away.

Gotta get out now.

From the Chamomile Bathroom, tonight.

Is it a simple mind?

Full of conclusions?

If I could only be more simple.

I'd cry.

Tonight.