Call up on a Friday With your pretty little ways Berlin right up ahead Drawin' shapes in a carpet Washin' down a sour taste With a silly little smile Push me straight down the steps Then you leave my apartment
I know It's a little thing Yeah, I know If you want me to, I'll go But, olivia, it's you
I've been up and down the bitter end Cry, baby, cry Every now and every then I catch a scent of your jacket
I know It's a little thing Yeah, I know If you want me to, I'll go But, olivia, it's you
I know It's a little thing Yeah, I know If you want me to, I'll go But, olivia, it's you
