[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
She asked me to sing her while she's falling asleep
I said gladly, even though I failed music in school
I said surely, because now I make good money with music
And on my shows more chicks than on the black protest
Hey, but you still like the good ol' games
And we both walk with our heads in the clouds like Galilei
What live gives us sometimes turns out to be sick joke
Hardest, depressive stage I had week after making "No Worries"
But let's say that it ended quickly
I spent half a year looking at palm trees
When I threw that coin to the fountain (just stop)
I never hoped to have this much luck
Back in the day, paralysed with fear I asked girl out
Not even two weeks later she cause enough scenes for a mashup
When I see those girls now, I wonder if I was more young or stupid
My lady shines, those girls look dumbly asking: "Is he still doing it?"
So I answer...

[Chorus: PlanBe]
Night after night
You look like Monroe, girl I want to touch you
You whisper to me "let's get out of here", I see you here every night
You look like Monroe, girl I want to touch you
You just whisper "let's go"

[Verse 2: Szopeen]
She always takes tons of photos
Posting her pretty face later on instagram
I walk to her and just slide to the chair
Kuba asks me to record verse for song
My doll came so I kissed her on the nose
Ey stop, ey, ey, my phone is calling
She's calling again like lol
Bringing me down again
I can't come for the night today
Today I can only come for a bit
That voice always works on her like fuse
Or pill and Lacoste clothes
You like it just like every other, I know
She's shaking her ass, thinking she's a star
You should know well, no, what Przemek might want
I make money with music
She said I was in her dream
And she can see me on the screen as soon as I log into skype
For you there is no access to her
You write to her - hey
She just clicks ESC, because...

[Chorus: PlanBe]
Night after night
You look like Monroe, girl I want to touch you
You whisper to me "let's get out of here", I see you here every night
You look like Monroe, girl I want to touch you
You just whisper "let's go"

[Outro: PlanBe]
Night after night...
Night after night...
Night after night...
Night after night...
Night after night...