Some guy at a gig tells me what you’re up to You would’ve hated the way he asked of you
"I heard your man’s in Rotterdam And he’s playing with some other bands"
Europe, yeah, the promised land I’m sure you made lots of fans
But do they love the way you laugh Do they calm you down when you’re crying out?
When you're
Crying out
Tell me baby, are you sleeping around Did they get you off or did it just get you down
Were you drunk or high or both or none?
Did they make you smile Did they make your kingdom come?
I know I know, I shouldn’t ask Maybe I’m a masochist
It's just I thought I’d be the last The last to know you The last to hold you like that
Let me into you Let me into you Let me into you But you left me in two
You ate the peach and left the pip I thought you were good for it
Why’d you come and go so quick I see no reason I see no reason
