It's clear your former lover will not offer any truce
He will just wreak havoc, how could I trust those Prussian Blues?
And why do you defend him, didn't he smash your guitar?
He certainly drank the liquor from the old fruit jar
Now, it possible he may have been the one who loved you the most
I don't want to compete and I don't like the smell of his ghost
But from what I gather, you are still under his command
This is what I try to understand
I remember last March when you were in Madrid
I admit I left no stone unturned
But I found nothing apart from your old identity card
From which I obtained your real age and a strange middle name
What is it you have done to him, yes, why are you in debt?
Goes against your image as the freeborn suffragette
Scattered bits of evidence found under your bed
I wonder, did he give you proper head?
But if I put my hand on my heart, there's one thing I can't ignore
This badly wounded wolf only makes me love you more
How can I be ashamed, no, I didn't do anything wrong
Maybe he could always sort of tag along
I remember July when you visited Minsk
Again I left no stone unturned
But I found nothing apart from that identity card
From which could be obtained your real age and a strange middle name
Hair like a lion's mane and some old horse name
Hair much like a lion's mane