When your eyes met his
Under the cover of a June evening
Your heart was a dry river
And you fell for this dude
What more ears stick out
Than a collection of old wallpapers
The face of a friend of George Clooney
br/>The handsome guy type but seen from afar
So you fell in love
Then you also fell pregnant
Before even falling happy
Your hopes were dashed
He's like that big idiot
A bit lost, slightly drunk
And when he comes home, big idiot
br/>He can always assure you
That this one you didn't steal
Pairs of slaps in bursts
This is for the accumulation of mandals
If he loves you it's as much for your ass
As for your hooked bruises
It's nice to lie to your girlfriends
Them do the stunt on the stairs
Your bruises in the heart bother them
Since you live on the ground floor
They would like to see you file a complaint
But you're a big idiot, you're getting under his skin
And you're eating doors and plinths
While swallowing back your sobs
He's like that, you're a big idiot
A bit lost, slightly drunk
And when he comes home, big idiot
He can always assure you
That you didn't steal that one
br/>I would like to see you set sail
That you would split a postcard
From Palavas with writing:
I am happy and almost alive
My heart is no longer a dry river
And I even fell for a guy
Who only hits me with love
What? he has been for me since the day
I left you big bastard
A bit lost and always drunk
And when I think deep down
about his life I can assure you
That he didn’t steal this one