I write whatever's in your head
And I do it with a pen
I borrowed, blue ink and a double sorrow
I go carefully, choose
The rabbit and the goose
From the box in the kitchen 
Oh, that's where you put 
all your little animals
Your wild stroking lies
Your ideas and all
Of your fantasias

And I take all my underwear
Make sure I don't forget
All the good times
Should fit them right there in the distance
Red boots, black hair and a look
mutual empty gaze
Considering the pros of this once tempted break-in
Oh oh oh 
Your wild stroking lies
Your ideas and all
Of your fantasias

Maybe they don't understand 
I am leaving with my guitar and haaaaands
You close the door as soon as I step out, step out,
step out, step out, step out
Step out of your nice flat                
Glad, glad, I saw you're glad 
or at least you look as if you were Glad
but me I can't oh oh me, I can't but tuuuuurn 
baaaaaack