Rómó lag, lagið er um íslensku stelpu, kærastu söngvarans. I'm getting lost in your curls I'm drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls I like your looks when you get mean I know I shouldn't say so but when you Claw me like a cat, I'm beaming I like the way you squeeze my hand Pulling me into another dream, A lucid dream. I'm getting lost in your curls I'm getting crushed out on the things that only I should see not for boys, they're just for me Hurry to talk, from far away I can see...