Between you and me there are different ways
ways of thinking
I don't know whose is the better one
the better one of the two
You like walking around your house, I don't
And you don't like people laughing at your face about your ugly things
I can't say to you, give me your hand, brother
I can't share your kisses
My hair, my guitar and my cigarette bother you
you think I don't know
You live at night, you sleep by day
you don't care
because I'm the tired one.
And you don't like people laughing at your face about your ugly things