Belgium or France maybe England
Reading your lips
And they could be easily for me
Ohhh so fine and free
Well I went down here for your number
But your colours were grey
I obeyed the fact that you were small,
Ohhh so silly small
But I am easy for your lovers nerve
I am easy and you might be hurt in a year
Or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied
You cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away
Tango and waltz in the evening
Chasing the fears and they could be finally for me
Hunt them to be free
Load my revolver discussed with the old man stinking of gin
Well it could be clear as ice to see
Just like you and me my friend
'cause I am easy for your lovers nerve
I am easy and you might be hurt in a year
Or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied
You cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away
I am easy for your lovers nerve
I am easy and you might be hurt in a year
Or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied
You cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away ohhhhh ohhhh
You might be far away, but I just don't know?ohhhhh ohhhhhh
You might be far away, but I just don't know
Writer(s): Bjorn Dixgard, Gustaf Noren
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