Put On, Cologne

One, two, three, four All the windows on the second floor Where I lived with all those chicks I don't live there no more And all your letters written in your tiny voice Telling me to come back home as if I had another choice I was a believer in the bar-back, baby I was a believer in Rome If she's not coming over lately I was gonna go back home I was gonna go back home All that she had then spread out on the floor If there was another one, please, don't let me know And all your letters deeply in my core Telling me to go and see if there was anything more I was a believer in the bar-back, baby I was a believer in Rome If she's not coming over lately I was gonna go back home I was gonna go back home I was gonna go back home Follow it through to its logical end Gonna be your stupid, European boyfriend Follow it through to its logical end You're gonna get some stupid, European boyfriend Follow it through to its logical end You're gonna get some stupid, European boyfriend Follow it through to its logical end You're gonna get some stupid, European boyfriend I was a believer in the bar-back, baby I was a believer in Rome If she's not coming over lately I was gonna go back home I was gonna go back home I was gonna go back home All the windows on the second floor Where I lived with all those chicks I-I don't live there no more And all your letters written in your tiny voice Telling me to come back home as if I had another choice