Lost Weekend

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam

and double pneumonia in a single room

and the sickest joke was the price of the medicine

are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you

this morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep

with ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart`s pen

with which I wrote for you a lovesong in tatoo

upon my palm 'twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand

you see I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it

drop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

wore my heart on my sleeve like a stained

my aim was to taboo you

could we meet in the marketplace

did I ever hey please did you wound my knees

you see I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it

drop me and I'll fall to pieces

yes it's too easy and there's nobody else to blame

will I hang my head in a crying shame

there is nobody else to blame nobody else except my sweet self

again it took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam

twenty four gone years to conclude in tears

that the sickest joke was the price of the medicine

are you laughing at me now

may I please laugh along

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

and ashtray heart on my sleeve wounded knees

and my one love song was a tatoo upon my palm

you wrote upon me when you took my hand

you see I I wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it

drop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily