I'm miserable, touch your face, feel far off you go
Seeing you walk away, seeing my eyes in smoke
You're traceable, lookable, I'll demand them after you
They claim you do something they just can't explain
To the brain, yellow man shouldn't have no complaint
Oh no, this one is called love as choice
I never knew you would really feel so nice, love sponge
I don't wanna let you go, with you I'm in no hurry
Oh no, this one is called love as choice