les préférences

When I hear that you like something
I start to like it too

It’s different from becoming similar to each other
I keep trying to follow what you do

If I lose you, will I hurt
If I lose you this way

I can’t imagine myself not next to you
You've become my preference
There’s no other reason than you

There’s only this immature reason
Everything I loved about you
I will follow, follow you wherever you go

Just stay next to me like this
So that when you turn around, your pretty face
Won’t be a sweet imagination of mine