Betelgeuse کے بول

You look like your father and mother Just like a keek of each other I know sometimes I'm a liar But you're my meshlack of the truth You sound just like an orchestra And taste sweet like lemon mousse Well, I know sometimes it goes bad It'll still be our honeymoon My betelgeuse My betelgeuse You hurt like a dush in the stomach And sting like a big shot of vodka It's just like a hash of the feelings But I won't ever hash on you If love is right here the answer What is the fucking question? If I had to guess it all I would say it all is you My betelgeuse My betelgeuse