Put On, Cologne

All the windows on the second floor

Where I lived with all those chicks

I donââ‚¬â„¢t live there no more

And all your letters written in your tiny voice

Telling me to come back home as if I had another choice

I was a believer in the bar-back, baby.

I was a believer in Rome

If sheââ‚¬â„¢s not coming over lately

I was gonna go back home

I was gonna go back home

All that she had then spread out on the floor

If there was another one, please donââ‚¬â„¢t let me know

And all your letters deeply in my core

Telling me to go and see if there was anything more

I was a believer in the bar-back, baby

I was a believer in Rome

If sheââ‚¬â„¢s not coming over lately

I was gonna go back home

I was gonna go back home

I was gonna go back home

Follow it through to its logical end,

Youââ‚¬â„¢re gonna get some stupid European boyfriend.

I was a believer in the bar-back, baby

I was a believer in Rome

If sheââ‚¬â„¢s not coming over lately

I was gonna go back home

I was gonna go back home

All the windows on the second floor

Where I lived with all those chicks

I donââ‚¬â„¢t live there no more

And all your letters written in your tiny voice

Telling me to come back home as if I had another choice

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