Verse 1
I walk by the water and
Head for your house
Though I know that you'll be out
In some dirty city bar
I stand on your street
And I stare at your room
And the shadows play and move
And your brother comes out with a bat
Chorus
Sayin that
You might be with your sister in Paris
On the Rue turnau
Wearing Marline Ditrik glasses
Where we made that bet
That bet I knew you'd win for sure
When you where sick on the floor
Verse 2
The denim is ripped
Beneath the patch
It's an itch I can never scratch
Now it's so far gone the past
The fines I
Having trouble to contest
With the library book you kept