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Genius English Translations - Paula Hartmann Unsere Letzte Nacht English Translation Lyrics

[Verse 1]
HH-NF, Jeep in front of my door
16mm film with you
Skinny-dipping Alsterpark, nobody's supposed to know
Rain warm like sunbeams on me

[Pre-Chorus]
You wait for me where none of my guys can see you
Lighter, café entrance, you light me up while I'm standing
I see blurry and feel clearly
We get too close to each other again

[Chorus]
Baby, I have no idea what you're doing to me
When you look at me like that, my eyes rhinestones
Comme des Garçons heart in red on my Chucks
Fanny pack instead of clutch, you love what I do
Baby, no idea what you're doing to me
Everything feels like too much 808
Summеr in the city, if it works out with us
Then our last night wasn't just our last night
Not just our last night

[Verse 2]
One stеp too far, it has already happened (Eh)
You love Intimissimi on me
Rich kids want to drive a 1 Series, meet me when nobody suspects it
Planning to wear sunglasses, kept up appearances
[Pre-Chorus]
Wipe the sleep from my eyes, which I didn't get
Dammtor Station, seagulls catching the first sunlight
I see blurry and feel clearly
We got too close to each other again

[Chorus]
Baby, I have no idea what you're doing to me
When you look at me like that, my eyes rhinestones
Comme des Garçons heart red on my Chucks
Fanny pack instead of clutch, you love what I do
Baby, no idea what you're doing to me
Everything feels like too much 808
Summer in the city, if it works out with us
Then our last night wasn't just our last night
Not just our last—

[Bridge]
Plastic box, weeping willow
Why do only we know
That we want each other?
Sky is champagne gold

[Chorus]
Baby, I have no idea what you're doing to me
When you look at me like that, my eyes rhinestones
Comme des Garçons heart red on my Chucks
Fanny pack instead of clutch, you love what I do
Baby, no idea what you're doing to me
Everything feels like too much 808
Summer in the city, if it works out with us
Then our last night wasn't just our last night
Not just our last night
[Outro]
(Our last—)