I've got my pockets full of money I'm gonna spend it all tonight I've got my pockets full of money I'm gonna spend it all tonight a whole months salary
She worked in my postoffice. In my zip code, in my postal area. I don't think I should reveal her name. She'll remain anonymous, but we can call her Maria
I remember memories of girls I've met, their voices sound much clearer on my cassette, I remember parties and the people there, I remember punk rock chicks
Blind girl I missed you I've missed you so much I've been sending you letters, trying to call you But I can't seem to get in touch I bet your mom and
there's a reason why I have a picture of Mick Jagger above my bed it's there to remind me that the people all buy resistant shoes so I think these people
What are you gonna do on Christmas Eve Please don't spend it with your family I know you love your mommy But she's more like a mummy She's so empty,
Blind girl I missed you I've missed you so much I've been sending you letters, trying to call you But I can't seem to get in touch I bet your mom
Would you stand up for this kind of beauty? Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you. It won't lift a finger for some lazy dreamer. Here it comes
You remember your first kiss? Well how can I forget? My hand still shivers from the very thought of it Well sometimes I almost regret it like I regret
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin When Shirin cuts my hair it?s like a love affair Let those locks fall to the ground or let
Fourteen years old and dreaming dreams bigger than their actual meaning tuning in to 105.3 coming home from school 2:30 kicking off my shoes so dirty
I'm on my way to the USA, so give me your address And I will send you the only white dove from New York City, And call out your zip code on the Grand
They say you can't judge a man Until you've walked a mile in his shoes So I stole your shoes And I walked a mile in them And I still won't consider you
I don't want a girl who hangs on every word I say Who shows me off to her parents over roast beef on Sunday I don't want a girl who thinks she has to
I took my sister down to the ocean but the ocean made me feel stupid those words of wisdom I had prepared all seemed to vanish into thin air into the
It's Friday night on tram number nine, All the people I see have clouds in their minds, But me I am alone, Having a little party on my own. The loneliness
Jens Martin Lekman, call in sick today You caught a shade of your old face In the mirror on the wall With eyes black as charcoal Face as white as salt
I still wear these worn out jeans I have to wear long-johns underneath Down by the harbour there's a cool, cool breeze I've never wondered if oceans can