Σtella
Too Poor

The way I'm attracted to you
It drives me insane, but I grew
To love you with all of my heart
Although we're apart

Forget all the lovers you had
Forget how they tore you apart
My words are too poor to describe


Da, da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da

My message inside a bottle
I'm feeling like Aristotle
Still words are too poor to describe


Da, da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da, da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da