I’m standing in the middle of the living room with an erection as big as a lamppost
And the lamppost is standing in the corner of the living room.
You lay half naked in front of me on the floor and you say, I love, love, love, love, love, love
Oh no, I just can’t say this.

You say, life is like a shore lane with possibility enough to dive
And walk and talk and be brave every now and then.
I say, all these lonely hours I was standing on the shore lane
Just a waiting for you.

You say: never, never, never walk out on me.

Is it paranoia of me to assume you have a knife in the hand behind your back.
And even the bricks in the wall decide to run for their lives.
But me I’m like nailed to the ground when you start moving towards me.
And I consider screaming like a pig but maybe then you’ll treat me like one

Girls, girls, girls its O.K. it’s alright.
I am drunk just like every body else tonight.
Then you show the flowers that you’ve bought for me.
And like a hero I say;

You say: never, never, never walk out on me.

And if you don’t feel what you say, you might as well not say it.
For the touch of a hand can be gentle, can be sweet
But a hand can be a tool of raging aggression
Next time I won’t be so fucking naïve

Every tick from the clock on the wall
Represents wasted time that I’ve spent here with you
I believe there are others who think I am different
And respect who I am, respect what I do.

You say: never, never, never walk out on me.