paroles de chanson After the Boy Gets In - Martin Newell

Maybe it seems right
Now I leave my change
On your dressing table every night
The days go by, the world spins on
And I forget
Just how I'd spend my time
In Bohemian evenings
Before the bombshell that you were
So I stayed out, till I came back
With bloodshot eyes
But a picture needs a frame
Like a novel needs a name
And the stars want counting one at a time
After the boy gets in
After the boy gets in
And sorry, if I'm late
They kept me talking
But they were asking after you
And what you do
And was it true?
But I won't say.
The painting in your room
- That Spanish thing -
The Flamenco dancer looks like you
A mix of fire and taut desire
I see sometimes
But a picture needs a frame
Like a novel needs a name
And the stars want counting one at a time
After the boy gets in
After the boy gets in