[Verse 1]
I got time on my hands, I'm just stripping paper
It's amazing what you will find stripping paper
When you get down to the past

[Verse 2]
Back then we didn't have means for fine decorations
So we painted while mixing wine with flirtation
There in the mess of it all

[Bridge]
He took me right there in the thrill
Not quite against my will
With my back to that rococo wall
We slipped right down to the floor

[Verse 3]
I can't close the door, he complimented my taste
I anointed his serious face with wallpaper paste
I wish we could laugh like that now
But what seemed to follow
That ended up hollow
Was I there?

[Verse 4]
Tear a strip or two
See what what came not much later
Here's a pony and a toy balloon
Behind the vine that withered all too soon
Here's the pencil of a measuring mark
And the monsters you spied in the dark
Now I got no place in her heart
Let me go back to the start
[Outro]
I got time on my hands, I'm just stripping paper
I got time on my hands, I'm just stripping paper
I got time on my hands, I'm just stripping paper