You held me upside-down Till I couldn't breathe anymore Then you held me like a baby Television, like wine; and cigarettes, like grains of sand; And raspberry schnapps, like a thousand sunsets. (C): The boys talk like they own the world The women keep their stupid diaries But suddenly there's a tidal wave And everything is sucked out to sea. There were probably birds Outside our little room I don't remember anything but you We must have been the butt Of all the jokes in the world For trying to live like Pippi Longstocking.
