You ask me about a rumour and go mad if it
Isn't true
You're a fucking riddle
I know that I can be an idiot too once in a while
But you're in a league of your own
Being my naive self
I let the dogs out and let them paint
The sky pink
Everything runs its course
But you always have to be a hero with your underwear
On the outside of your trousers
It was me who let the dogs out
When the clouds go away there aren't
Any atheists on the sea
And we sail a shipwreck, just as fragile as a
Potato chip
Into the eye of the storm
Two knives in your side
I don't know how you trust me
I don't care, but when you say that you
Love me
I believe you like people believe in God
Regret that I tried to open up to
You
I sat there like it was after a seppuku
If I get more confidence now, then ask me to leave
Down low like a fucking Lamborgini
Think I had an incident, because I
Took it way too far and took you with me to
Hell
It went to my head, I think
Touch me like nothing is sacred
It’s not too early for me
We can stay up late
I can be a jailbird
And you can be the officer
Are you Lassie or are you a rex
Sex sells, so I sell sex
You’re a box of chocolates
Never ever know, what you gonna get
You told me to disappear and got mad when I
Disappeared
You’re a living downer
I know that I too know how to fuck up a
Night
But it’s like you almost have a talent for it
High up there I flew like the seagull Jonathan Livingston
And I felt a hand in mine while I was drowning
Everything runs its course
But you always have to be a hero with your underwear
On the outside of your trousers
You know that I take some time to understand things
My body was like jelly
When you yelled your head off at me in
Bygdøy allé1
If you have something more to say, then tell me
I’ve grown up by the tram, you can show me
Fjords and mountains
Two sides of the knife
I don’t know what you think about me
I want it so bad
But when you say that you love me I don’t believe you
At all, you’re just drunk
Fuck it, it’s just bullshit
You’re a skull
In a wedding dress
Switched me out like in a wardrobe
Don’t even say hello
That’s fucking okay
I’ve met someone else, but she goes to a
Different school
You want Unge Ferari, a mixed bag2
Durek and some Ari, not me3
I want a glass of something nice
A joint with some tobacco in it
A bit of Astrid and a bit of Sigrid, but I was wrong4
Managed to open your bed room door, the room smelled of
Ammonium chloride still
You can walk over me a thousand times, but
I come crawling back like cockroaches
A lot of steep hills, that’s life
Many days with mania
I will always be your dog, what you do is
Animal abuse
1. Bygdøy allé is a street in Oslo2. Unge Ferari is a Norwegian artist, in the same genre as Cezinando3. Ari [Behn] is princess Märtha Louise’s former husband, Durek [Verrett] is her current boyfriend4. Astrid S and Sigrid are Norwegian artists