Loverboy

He stands in the door with roses
With injured hand and first broken heart
A view at the bottom and a view at empty walls
She just made it in the knick of time
He sag on the knees with roses
He sag on the knees to arrange the carpet fringe
He goes to the kitchen for twelve lard breads
Yes it was so wonderful one bread for every year

... with roses
With sharp rose leaves shaved public hair
He goes on the street to throw the bread in the garbage
He just made it in the knick of time
He waits at the shop with roses
And he steals the baby out of a lonely pram
He lays for the baby the roses inside
Lets go home I make you a bread with lard

You are my baby, my little new darling
I will pamper you the whole day and the whole night long
I will tell you about roses, about roses I will sing
I will tell you about roses which disarranged my heart

Loverboy she's gone
Loverboy she's gone away
Loverboy she's gone
Loverboy she's gone in time


Text & Musik: Markus Maria Jansen & Mike Pelzer
© Edition FUEGO


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