Put On, Cologne

One, two, three, four
 All the windows on the second floor
 Where I lived with all those chicks
 I don't live there no more
 And all your letters written in your tiny voice
 Telling me to come back home as if I had another choice
 I was a believer in the bar-back, baby
 I was a believer in Rome
 If she's not coming over lately
 I was gonna go back home
 I was gonna go back home
 All that she had then spread out on the floor
 If there was another one, please, don't let me know
 And all your letters deeply in my core
 Telling me to go and see if there was anything more
 I was a believer in the bar-back, baby
 I was a believer in Rome
 If she's not coming over lately
 I was gonna go back home
 I was gonna go back home
 I was gonna go back home
 Follow it through to its logical end
 Gonna be your stupid, European boyfriend
 Follow it through to its logical end
 You're gonna get some stupid, European boyfriend
 Follow it through to its logical end
 You're gonna get some stupid, European boyfriend
 Follow it through to its logical end
 You're gonna get some stupid, European boyfriend
 I was a believer in the bar-back, baby
 I was a believer in Rome
 If she's not coming over lately
 I was gonna go back home
 I was gonna go back home
 I was gonna go back home
 All the windows on the second floor
 Where I lived with all those chicks
 I-I don't live there no more
 And all your letters written in your tiny voice
 Telling me to come back home as if I had another choice