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Love is complex. This song is simple. Thanks for listening :-)
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Lyrics
I watch your mouth while you are talking
Girlish talk, I’m just a boy
It’s warm and cosy in your country house
You made my favourite dish again
And I can talk about my day
While you pretend that you are listening to what I say
I turn the television on
And watch it from your bed
You tell me “turn the volume down”
But girl, I hear so bad
What I would like is plainly clear
Just sit beside me now
And watch this comedy with me
We’ll have a laugh somehow
I watch your back while you are writing
To a man you met in space
His soul’s aligned to yours, that’s what you always say
You turn your face to me and shout
That it is time for me to go
But I’m still waiting for my favourite: the late night show
I turn the television off
Respect your privacy
Don’t have the competence to dive
In your complexity
I’m just a boy who lives next door
Who’s in your house right now
Your anger turns into a smile
And we make love somehow
Maybe I’m not your number one
But I still own your key
Dreamed about having other girls
But they turn their back on me
Don’t ask me why I’m coming back
Although our love has died
There is no heating in my flat
Please let me stay tonight
Still there is love somehow
Girlish talk, I’m just a boy
It’s warm and cosy in your country house
You made my favourite dish again
And I can talk about my day
While you pretend that you are listening to what I say
I turn the television on
And watch it from your bed
You tell me “turn the volume down”
But girl, I hear so bad
What I would like is plainly clear
Just sit beside me now
And watch this comedy with me
We’ll have a laugh somehow
I watch your back while you are writing
To a man you met in space
His soul’s aligned to yours, that’s what you always say
You turn your face to me and shout
That it is time for me to go
But I’m still waiting for my favourite: the late night show
I turn the television off
Respect your privacy
Don’t have the competence to dive
In your complexity
I’m just a boy who lives next door
Who’s in your house right now
Your anger turns into a smile
And we make love somehow
Maybe I’m not your number one
But I still own your key
Dreamed about having other girls
But they turn their back on me
Don’t ask me why I’m coming back
Although our love has died
There is no heating in my flat
Please let me stay tonight
Still there is love somehow
































































































DeputyDoofy
For as much as we have conversed, I don't know that I've ever heard your stuff until now. My apologies for being a slacker in that area. I really loved the simplicity of this tune and I must admit, your voice could pass for Leonard Cohen (Everybody Knows...). I do mean that as a compliment.
Going to go check another of yours now.