Put on, Cologne - Donovan Woods

All the windows on the second floor

Where I lived with all those chicks that don’t live there no more

And all your letters written in your tiny voice

Telling me to «come back home», as if I had another choice

I was a believer in the bar back, baby

I was a believer in Rome

If she’s not coming over lately

I was gonna go back home

I was gonna go back home

All that she had then spread out on the floor

If there was another one, please don’t let me know it

And all your letters deeply in my core

Telling me to go and see if there was anything more

I was a believer in the bar back, baby

I was a believer in Rome

If she’s not coming over lately

I was gonna go back home

I was gonna go back home

I was gonna go back home

Follow it through to its logical end, you’re gonna get some stupid European

boyfriend

Follow it through to its logical end, you’re gonna get some stupid European

boyfriend

Follow it through to its logical end, you’re gonna get some stupid European

boyfriend

Follow it through to its logical end, you’re gonna get some stupid European

boyfriend

I was a believer in the bar back, baby

I was a believer in Rome

If she’s not coming over lately

I was gonna go back home

I was gonna go back home

I was gonna go back home

All the windows on the second floor

Where I lived with all those chicks that don’t live there no more

And all your letters written in your tiny voice

Telling me to «come back home», as if I had another choice