| You’ve been on your own as long as I recall
|
| If loneliness was art, I could hang you from the wall
|
| In some Berlin hall
|
| It doesn’t matter where you’ve been or who you have been with
|
| It’s like the Just Joans said: «you're oh so sensitive!»
|
| In that jumper, in that t-shirt
|
| This situation has to change
|
| Can you feel the pulse
|
| My heavy heart race?
|
| Some day I’m going to be your girl
|
| One fine day: I’m going to be your girl
|
| Shalalalala…
|
| When I’m all alone I find a map of the world
|
| Zoom in on your island 'til the pixels form
|
| Have some booze 'til I can’t see you
|
| This situation has to change
|
| Can you feel the pulse
|
| My heavy heart race?
|
| Some day, I’m going to be your girl
|
| One fine day, you’re going to make me your girl
|
| Shalalalala…
|
| We make believe that our hearts are never shot
|
| And somehow you’ve convinced me that I’m pretty when I’m not
|
| Everybody I know wants to be your friend
|
| But I just want to hold you when the music ends
|
| That’s all, all I ask
|
| Is that too crass?
|
| This situation has to change
|
| Can you feel the pulse
|
| My heavy heart race?
|
| Some day I’m going to be your girl
|
| One fine day, you’re going to make me your girl
|
| Shalalalala… |