Your Lover's Nerve

Belgium or France maybe England

Reading your lips and they could be

Easily for me so fine and free

Well, I went down here for your number

But your colors were gray

I obeyed the fact that you were small, so silly small

But I'm easy for your lover's nerve

I'm easy and you might be hurt

In a year or two weeks from now on

And when I think of it you lied

You cut all my maybes twice

You might be far away

Tango and waltz in the evening

Chasing the fears and they could be finally

For me hunt them to be free

Load my revolver

Discussed with the old man stinking of gin

We'll, it could be clear as ice to see

Just like you and me my friend

'Cause I am easy for your lover's nerve

I am easy for your lover's nerve

You might be far away but I just don't know