Glad Songtext

von Poems for Laila

Look here in my wallet
That's my only true love
Don't you think she's as beautiful as me.

She's certainly at home now
In a silk white nightdress
That my mother gave to her last year.

And I'm sure she's reading a contact magazine
The kind you can buy everywhere
With her dress half open
And a cup of tea
And her feet on the chair.
Oh, man, I...

Yes, I really love her
And I truly miss her
When I'm having brunch on 14th street

Sometimes in the nighttime
Boozing down the mainstreet
I gonna buy a rose for her or three.

And then she is smiling the way she always smiles
And put them in a can
This one with the blue stripes
And with the rusty edge
And old rice from Uncle Ben,
Oh, man I'm glad

Did I actually tell you
That I really miss her
And that our rooms are always clean?

I can't live without her
And I truly need her
Like the cops outside are hunting thieves.

Do you see the tree there just behind her head?
That's where I carved our names
When the wind was blowing
With my old swiss knife
And she smiled away the day
Oh, man, I'm glad