foobla von Norbert Wigbels

the slow motion makes me sad // everything what we had // we as us will never meet // before nothing´s easy // too late // to tolerate // there´s something rotten // there´s something rotten in your mouth // sweet thing i was only joking // sweet thing i was only joking // on tuesdays i´m not as young // on tuesdays i´m not as young // i fought for anyone // my lovely morning son // on tuesdays i´m not as young // nothing´s firmer // nothing could be finer // why should i be sorry // this won´t hurt so much // but the hurting penetrated deeply // this won´t hurt so much // you who will never hear me // will judge me all the same // there´s something rotten in her mouth // on tuesdays i´m not as young // on tuesdays i´m not as young // i fall for anyone // my lovely morning son // sweet thing i was only joking // you my evil listener // you who will never hear me // sitting in fine weather // sharing the cold kiss or two // there´s something rotting in her mouth // sweet thing i was only joking // sweet thing i was only joking // on tuesdays i´m not as young // on tuesdays i´m not as young // i fall for anyone // my lovely morning son // on tuesdays i´m not as young