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