Belgium or France maybe England
Reading your lips and they could be easily for me
Oh, so fine and free
Well I went down here for your number
But your colours were grey, I obeyed the fact that you were small
Oh, so silly small

But I'm easy for your lover's nerve
I'm easy and you might be hurt
In a year or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied
You cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away

Tango and waltz in the evening
Chasing the fears and they could be finally for me
Hunt them to be free
Load my revolver discussed with the old man stinking of gin
We'll it could be clear as ice to see
Just like you and me, my friend

'Cause I am easy for your lover's nerve
I'm easy and you might be hurt
In a year or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied
You cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away
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