Even if it hurts me more then it hurts you
I have my suitcase packed up
because my life style
is not worthy of a princess
Even if it hurts me more then it hurts you
girl, I don't deserve you,
because I can only give you
hard times and torments
and what can I do
if I have in my skin the music's poison
and what can I do if I don't know how to do anything else in life anymore
I swear I adore you, but...
look for a man who'd love you
who'd keep the fridge full for you
look at me, can't you see I am a musician who hasn't got a checkbook
and when I do have it, I spend it on a new guitar
look for a man who'd love you
who'd keep the fridge full for you
look at me, can't you see I am a flamenco
that the street was my school
and my heart dies of love
for the full moon...
Even if it hurts me more then it hurts you
I have the tickets in my hand
I have to get on the bus
cause they honked me a few times
if you want to, come with me
but don't ask where to
I am always going with the flow
wherever my chords lead me.