Being in Love


What's the point about Being in love
When you don't get the signs from above
When your sweety's not someone to pick up without gloves
When the truth stays sealed within the mouth
As the promises disappear with the arizing sun
'n Without a warning going south

Being in love, just a pain in the ass
When your sweet one's gone in a flash
After him treating you like a pile of trash
You can't wait till he disappears in a splash
Getting over that awful crash
- Not that it was such a terrible blast -

Being in love, really not my thing
That's the same as telling a bird to cut off it's wings
I don't wanna be a queen desperated to find her king
Having a heartattack everytime the telephone rings
Getting weak, like attached to strings
What a horrible sight that'll bring

Being in love now is - for me - far too soon
I'm not ready for all that doom
I'll just wait till the flowers again bloom
That is certainly not before noon
Till then i'll just stare at the moon
Which is shining right into my room

(Ehmm jah, gisteravond geschreven he..)