I try to tap like Gene, to impress, and to tempt you girl
To be your beagle in the rain
On my guitar, the Police, to have walk on the moon, with you
And I praise all the days

Your Rapunzel, with climb-able curls and I roll in it
Watching madmen scenes, on a tiny little screen, roaring
Like a cherry pit, or two, somewhere hidden in my shoe
I know it fits, but I feel the itch cause I always walk with you
And I don’t wanna go we me alone, to the man who sings about the stone
No I just won’t

Take the bike to the Leidse Square. With highlighted pimples and sticky wet hair. To search
for a soul in the Waterhole. Digging up stories that had worked before. Yeah, I was tour
leader, somewhere in Greece, there were thousand girls, I was such a beast, no

Oeooeoeeoe your my love
Oeooeoeeoe your my love

I try to tap like Gene, to impress, and to tempt you girl
To be your beagle in the rain
On my guitar, the Police, to have walk on the moon, with you
And I praise all the days

I love you so and I won’t let it slip away
I love you so and I won’t let it slip away

I guess my dad ditched them all, waiting for the moment to catch my mom
He stretched his soul. Like a chat with God
And I fancy that modest smile, his friend stepped aside, he was humming the blues inside
There was no resistance, no flickering lights
A storm rushes through time, reaching this mad man, fully alive, the feeling is so strong, I will
never leave this girl alone

Oeooeoeeoe your my love / Oeooeoeeoe your my love

I love you so and I won’t let it slip away
I love you so and I won’t let it slip away

I try to tap like Gene, to impress, and to tempt you girl
To be your beagle in the rain
On my guitar, the Police, to have walk on the moon, with you
And I praise all the days
You gave your love to me, I crashed, and I thank you now