No more than the god above, than the stars, than the water in the seas.
No more than my mornings of grief, than the time I was hip than the way I can tease.
But more than the flavor of love, than the heading in my tombstone, than the beats from my blood.
I hate to love but every now and then there comes someone who lights up the stove.
The woman, who wishes you well, who will stand with you until the end, the one send from above.
She is tall more than me. I look at you like a happy troll.
He, who is so ugly and never has seen such a beautiful doll.
He, who later for her might start to crawl.
I ask to myself why wouldn't I call?
Why wounds hurt and make you fall?
Why the heart from this woman I stole?
She can do better and still call me whenever.
I could be his good friend if she wants me forever.
I'm glad she hasn't figured out that I’m not that clever.
But baby keep doing what you doing and you will join my heart’s sever.
Give me that chocolate kiss the one that causes fever.
Give me that mouth, that touch, the one I taught you, the one out there.
The one that raises the lever.
