I'm familiar with the guy
that meets the girl
I'm familiar with the girl
that smiles at the guy
He asked for needles and thread
to attach a heart to his overcoat
and she gave her all
thread and needles
and then her girlish heart on top of all that
always the same old story
I hardly dare tell you about it
me, I pretended to believe it
so pretend to listen to me
So, I saw the girl
imagining Sundays
to dance the dance of love
in the arms of her lover
If the love were pure
if the the life were honest
they could have loved each other
till the end of time
first he lied
without her wanting to believe
but she could have taken
pleasure in the fact he left
always the same old story
I hardly dare tell you about it
me, I pretended to believe it
so pretend to listen to me
I'm familiar with the guy
Who left the girl
I'm familiar with the girl
who wept for the guy
she cried forever
and from thread to needle
her tears grew older
but never mended
her heart grew cold
colder than one can imagine
Me, I know something about it
that girl was me
there's no need aymore to listen to me