You held me upside-down

Till I couldn't breathe anymore 

Then you held me like a baby

Television, like wine; and cigarettes, like grains of sand; 

And raspberry schnapps, like a thousand sunsets. 

(C): The boys talk like they own the world 

The women keep their stupid diaries 

But suddenly there's a tidal wave

And everything is sucked out to sea. 

There were probably birds

Outside our little room 

I don't remember anything but you 

We must have been the butt

Of all the jokes in the world 

For trying to live like Pippi Longstocking. (C) (C)