His pyjamas are lying on my bed.
His comb is pinned in my hairbrush.
What's that about?
His shoes are standing in file.
What a nice view to see.
What's that about?
His after-shave is in the air.
Why hasn't he just used mine?
What's that about?
You say he lives with you as from now,
And you point at the door silently.
What's that about?
You're cooking his favorite dish.
My fist is eager to touch his face.
But it must not.
No signs of embarrassment,
He's a really cheerful soul.
He just smirks.
Oh, what have I done to deserve
Him grinning at me so stupidly?
Why didn't you warn me at least?
About a night of cheating,
Perhaps I wouldn't have said too much.
It would have shocked me,
Probably I'd have understood it somehow.
But no, you chose to pretend love right away!
His head is pressing on his double chin.
Since when are you attracted to fat people?
Come on, say something!
To such a gross guy,
How could anyone give away their heart so easily?
Come on, say something!
I leave you alone much too often,
But you really wouldn't have to choose this one!
What's that about?
Oh, what have I done to deserve...
You are staring with your innocent glances
Like two who deserve each other.
You pretend to be in love, but you laugh too loud.
When you were playing your games in bed,
Did you never have any pangs of conscience?
Since when are you so hard-bitten,
So swift to fall out of love with me?
Oh, what have I done to deserve...