Fortunately I still have the common sense of
questioning myself
I can gladly do without your handbooks on self-esteem
Fortunately the lingering agony of your flowers ended
days ago
And I’m still throwing up our last supper
Our romantic last supper…
Sad, bored and dry
I’d be your lame Venus
Sad, bored and dry
I’d be a useless prey
You’ll see, you’ll see that eventually
You’ll get a squalid thank you, you’ll get it
A phoney smile
You’ll see…
Fortunately I still have the bad habit of not taking
myself too seriously
And I can gladly do without your practical sex and
success
Sad, bored and dry
I’d be your lame Venus
Sad, bored and dry
I’d be a useless prey
You’ll see, you’ll see that eventually
You’ll get a squalid thank you, you’ll get it
A phoney smile
You’ll see…
I still bear the smoke of your words on me
The smoke of your words
… the only thing you have left me