The boy likes the girl.
The girl loves the boy.
But what is it to say.
Hello madam.
The Pleasure is all mine.
Can i buy you the world.

She is my gallery girl.
She is my whole world.

With her on his chest.
One can only guess.
That time is gonna last for them.
Smoke in the air.
So i stare.
The girl got up and left.

She is my gallery girl.
She is my whole world.

The moment she goes.
With this her coldness grows.
The girl she starts to cry.
She cries for years and years.
The puddles left are clear.
She sees herself in them.

She is my gallery girl.
She is my ...