Down My Couch Songtext

von Me and My Drummer

Oh, come on talk to me
Since I met you
You behaved like a primadonna first class
Oh, and if you came to him
Looked into his eyes
They'd pay the price for your behaviour
Oh and then the days went by
Made you so sad
For all that you had was not enough for you

Oh, call the police
She's not on the phone
You will never believe what I saw here in your room
The blood was streaming down my couch
And although I couldn't see him
I knew this belt(?) was on his best way to get down

Then you're coming, you're coming, you'e coming through the door
And maybe I don't know (maybe I don't know)
Maybe I don't believe you (maybe I don't believe you)
Maybe I don't believe you (maybe I don't believe you)
But I won't tell you now (I will not tell you now)
I will not tell you now

Ooh