Picture postcard honesty In the land of hopeless dreams That man in my sitting room Only lives behind the screen
Oh, look at me happily In this third party situation A married man with a see through smile Who's not quite what he seems
Oh, I'm having trouble with the language Having trouble getting through Haven't learned my lessons well So I don't know what to do
Having trouble with the language Do you voulez-vous? Never catch a falling knife Oh, that's just my point of view
Andre's such a sycophant Who always leaves the truth behind Always stands on the outside No matter how hard she tries It's been a while ready smile I've got to go Oh look at the time If only she knew What the restless do She would surely break down and cry
Oh, I'm having trouble with the language Yeah, Having trouble getting through Haven't learned my lessons well So I don't know what to do
Having trouble with the language Do voulez-vous? Never catch a falling knife Oh, that's just my point of view
That's just my view
In a storm electric The lightning struck his head, twice Now I'm a vegetarian Because the pig in the middle is dead
Oh yeah Oh no
Downtown at the funeral home There's a dark cloud over our heads She looked better in a black suit But he looked better... dead
Oh, having trouble with the language With a knock, knock, knock Having trouble breaking through And a knock, knock, knock Yeah, no you don't know what to do
Having trouble with the language Do you voulez-vous? Never catch a falling knife Oh, that's just my point of view
Oh yeah Oh, is talking 'bout Having trouble with the language Do you voulez-vous? Never catch a falling knife Oh, that's just my point of view
Having trouble with the language Having trouble getting through I still don't know I don't know what to do Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
