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. (C) (C)