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'' | I got time on my hands I'm just <br> | ||
stripping paper<br> | |||
It's amazing what you will find<br> | |||
Stripping paper<br> | |||
When you get down to the past<br> | |||
<br> | |||
Back then we didn't have means<br> | |||
For fine decoration<br> | |||
So we painted while mixing wine<br> | |||
With flirtation<br> | |||
<br> | |||
There, in the mess of it all<br> | |||
He took me right there in the thrill<br> | |||
Not quite against my will with my<br> | |||
back to that rococco wall<br> | |||
We slipped right down to the floor<br> | |||
<br> | |||
I kicked closed the door<br> | |||
He complimented my taste<br> | |||
I annointed his serious face with<br> | |||
wallpaper paste<br> | |||
I wish we could laugh like that now<br> | |||
But what seemed to follow and <br> | |||
ended up hollow was our vow<br> | |||
Tear a strip or two<br> | |||
See what came not much later<br> | |||
Here's a pony and a toy balloon<br> | |||
Behind a vine that withered<br> | |||
all too soon<br> | |||
Here's the pencil of a <br> | |||
measuring mark<br> | |||
And a monster she spied in the dark<br> | |||
Now I've got no place in<br> | |||
her heart...<br> | |||
Let me go back to the start...<br> | |||
<br> | |||
I got time on my hands I'm just<br> | |||
stripping paper<br> | |||
I got time on my hands I'm just<br> | |||
stripping paper<br> | |||
I got time on my hands I'm just<br> | |||
stripping paper<br> | |||
Latest revision as of 11:34, 13 October 2018
Stripping Paper
I got time on my hands I'm just
stripping paper
It's amazing what you will find
Stripping paper
When you get down to the past
Back then we didn't have means
For fine decoration
So we painted while mixing wine
With flirtation
There, in the mess of it all
He took me right there in the thrill
Not quite against my will with my
back to that rococco wall
We slipped right down to the floor
I kicked closed the door
He complimented my taste
I annointed his serious face with
wallpaper paste
I wish we could laugh like that now
But what seemed to follow and
ended up hollow was our vow
Tear a strip or two
See what came not much later
Here's a pony and a toy balloon
Behind a vine that withered
all too soon
Here's the pencil of a
measuring mark
And a monster she spied in the dark
Now I've got no place in
her heart...
Let me go back to the start...
I got time on my hands I'm just
stripping paper
I got time on my hands I'm just
stripping paper
I got time on my hands I'm just
stripping paper
