Tác giả : Lloyd Cole
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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