Clouseau
Miscellaneous
That she is the most beautiful
The room is cold and silent
I throw my coat where it will fall
and hope in vain for salvation
/>at the answering machine
I shiver and turn on the heat
and see her standing in my mind again
see the pull on her lips
that makes her irresistible
And I wonder who eats with her now
and serves her coffee but forgets the milk
who takes the dishes to the kitchen
and thinks to herself that she is the prettiest
I zap and leave an old movie on
Mutiny On The Ocean
Life is so simple
when your name is Marlon Brando
And I don't know who is resting in her arms now
and kisses the frightened look from her eyes
whoever gets lost in her labyrinth
but forever thinks she is the most beautiful
Ooh and I like to hear it
that in the end time is all heals wounds
And I will one day regret that I
bored everyone with my misery
I read her letter one last time
and accept her words
Who always makes me long for her voice again
And I wonder who sleeps with her now
and chases the spiders out of the room at night
Who are lays a hand on her body
And softly tells her that she is the most beautiful

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