A Postcard to Nina

Nina, I can be your boyfriend
 So you can stay with your girlfriend
 Your father is a sweet old man
 But it's hard for him to understand
 That you want to love a woman
 Nina, I can be your boyfriend
 If it puts an end to all this nonsense
 First time I see you in Berlin
 And you don't tell me anything
 Until outside your dad's apartment
 Oh, god, Jesus Christ
 I try to focus on your eyes
 Having dinner with your family now
 Keep a steady look at your left eyebrow
 If it's raised, it means yes
 If it's not, it means take a guess
 Hey! You! Stop kicking my legs
 I'm doing my best, can you pass the figs
 Your father puts on my record
 He says, "So tell me how you met her?"
 Uh, I get a little nervous
 And change the subject
 I put my hand on some metal object
 He jokes and tells me it's a lie detector
 He takes out the booklet and starts reading
 "So I heard you're moving out next season."
 I say, "Yeah."
 New York is nice that time of year
 Almost as green as it is here
 He says, "I thought you were moving to Sweden?"
 Oh, god, what have I done?
 I came to Berlin to have some fun
 And the clock on the wall strikes four, five, six
 My eyes caught by a big crucifix
 Guess that's why he won't let you go
 His Catholic heart is big and slow
 You know I'll do anything for love
 But Nina, what were you thinking of?
 But Nina I can be your boyfriend
 So you can stay with your girlfriend
 Your father's mailing me all the time
 He says he just wants to say hi
 I send back "out of office" auto-replies
 Nina I just want to check in
 'cause I think about you every second
 So I send you this postcard just to say
 Don't let anyone stand in your way
 Yours truly, Jens Lekman
 Don't let anyone stand in your way
 Don't let anyone stand in your way
 Don't let anyone stand in your way
 Don't let anyone stand in your way
 Don't let anyone stand in your way