I wish that we had met on the street.
Perhaps the right words would have come more easily.
But as it happened, we were destined for an orange glow.
Everyone tells me to lay off, because I can never tell when I've had enough.
But as it happens, I'm addicted to an orange glow.
Once again I'm waking up at three, oh and I don't know who the guest is next to me.
So as it happened, we were sleeping in an orange glow.
Never say I over did it, sobriety's overrated.
Classy's never been a factor, knowing I'll feel better after.
409, get two together, soon enough I'll feel better.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN