Over mij: No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do I wonder why
You have to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before
I know I said that I was sure
But rich men can't imagine poor.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you're true
Here I go again the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
Over jou: ik zoek iemand waar ik mee kan lachen, die van een feestje houd en een klein beetje gek is (niet te veel) . iemand die opgewassen is tegen mijn eigenwijsheid en het liefst niet ouder dan 35.