I’ve been standing in the rain for an hour or two
With my tickets in my hand I’ve been waiting for you
You said –I’ll meet you down at the cinema at eight
Now it’s a quarter past eleven, I suspect you are too late

I’ll be waiting ‘til midnight
For you my love

I’ve been standing beneath your window every evening
I’ve been singing my love songs, I shown you my feelings (penis)*
But the boy in your window don’t seam to like me at all
He throw bottles and bricks, I have to hide behind the wall

Last Friday when I tried to kiss you, you called the police
You told them to arrest me; you said I was a beast
But a little sense of humor I do appreciate
I’m coming for you babe, my love for you can’t wait!

*By request of Erik Kyrkander