oh yeah. who's the bitch now?!
Oh my dear Benji.
I know that you long for me, I long for you too.
You are sitting in your office in some subarb to London and dreaming about me.
I'm sorry, I won't be back until june, or may if we are lucky.
And then, I will take care of you. Like I did last summer.
Didn't we have fun while we wrote those unhappy, angry e-mails to each other? You couldn't remember my name, always calling me Camilla. Like I was prince Charles bitch.
But after a while, you did remember my name, I was lyric.
Oh my dearest Benji, come back to me in june, or may.
nothing equals nothing