The Waltze of the Tennis Players Songtext
von Meg Baird

The reason I get so upset
When you talk this assuredly
Is where on earth is it leading?
The cowboys have trouble with reading
The mistletoe is leaving her head on your shoulder
My, my, my

Your love for me
Is an overnight sensation
My love for you
Is an overnight sensation, too


Constance - what a name!
You should have said Felicity
How did you hear I was hungry?
That′s nonsense, Marie, and you know it
The liquor has made you a little bit bolder
My, my, my

Your love for me
Is an overnight sensation
My love for you
Is an overnight sensation, too

Incense, velvet, simplicity, religion
Where on earth is it leading?
The cowboys are sprinkling mycelium
And the mushrooms are growing
In every new bootprint
My, my, my

Your love for me
Is an overnight sensation
My love for you
Is an overnight sensation, too