What if I ask you so gently about?
Have you found yourself in the crowd?
My friend
Is this the end?
You put your lipstick on your lips
There’re nothing more than fallen leaves
You’re on the stuff
Enough!
Chorus
Tell me your sorrowful fable
Put your soul on the surgeon’s table
You are out of puff
Enough!
2. I wonder if I could help
You have no reason just to skelp
My friend
Is this the end?
Here it is my advice
Never drop your green eyes
Just live and laugh
And say enough.
Tell me your sorrowful fable
Put your soul on the surgeon’s table
You are out of puff
Enough!