All I ever do is thinking of you
to flatter you and to let it be known,
I took pencil and paper and I spread
your love clothes over the table.
I was looking for a song and I got lost
between a lot of wasted words,
all I ever do is thinking of you
and I can't think of anything.
I light a cigarrette, and another...
One of these days I'll consider
seriously to stop smoking
because of that cough I have when I wake up...
I looked for inspiration, looking at the sky
and I was left hanging in the heights.
By the way to the ceiling it wouldn't be bad
a coat of paint.
I looked by the window and I escaped
with a girl riding on a bike.
I was distracted by a neighbour who also,
all he was doing was scratching his head.
All I ever do is thinking of you...
Nothing likes me more than doing songs
but today the muses have passed me by.
They must be on vacation.