Put On, Cologne Songtext
von Donovan Woods

One, two, three, four

All the windows on the second floor
Where I lived with all those chicks
I don't live there no more
And all your letters written in your tiny voice
Telling me to come back home as if I had another choice

I was a believer in the bar-back, baby
I was a believer in Rome
If she's not coming over lately
I was gonna go back home
I was gonna go back home

All that she had then spread out on the floor
If there was another one, please, don't let me know
And all your letters deeply in my core
Telling me to go and see if there was anything more


I was a believer in the bar-back, baby
I was a believer in Rome
If she's not coming over lately
I was gonna go back home
I was gonna go back home
I was gonna go back home

Follow it through to its logical end
Gonna be your stupid, European boyfriend
Follow it through to its logical end
You're gonna get some stupid, European boyfriend
Follow it through to its logical end
You're gonna get some stupid, European boyfriend
Follow it through to its logical end
You're gonna get some stupid, European boyfriend

I was a believer in the bar-back, baby
I was a believer in Rome
If she's not coming over lately
I was gonna go back home
I was gonna go back home
I was gonna go back home

All the windows on the second floor
Where I lived with all those chicks
I-I don't live there no more
And all your letters written in your tiny voice
Telling me to come back home as if I had another choice