Your Lover's Nerve

Belgium or France maybe England
Reading your lips and they could be
Easily for me so fine and free
Well, I went down here for your number
But your colors were gray
I obeyed the fact that you were small, so silly small

But I'm easy for your lover's nerve
I'm easy and you might be hurt
In a year or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied
You cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away
Tango and waltz in the evening

Chasing the fears and they could be finally
For me hunt them to be free
Load my revolver
Discussed with the old man stinking of gin
We'll, it could be clear as ice to see
Just like you and me my friend

'Cause I am easy for your lover's nerve
I am easy for your lover's nerve
You might be far away but I just don't know