In the Plaza de Espana
Surrounded by beggars and thieves
We used my jacket like a blanket
When we hid behind the leaves

Your bag was stolen from your side
While we were busy on the grass
All I could see was you
We never could have seen a thief pass

But I'm not sorry I distracted you
You lost your phone, your cards and keys
And I said I'd gladly misplace all my own, To spend another night between your knees

But we both had to sleep alone
And I woke up sore and slightly bruised
A brown and swollen souvenir
From the inventive locations that we had used

But over here, the trees are naked
In the City of Love, everyone is ill
And my new postman woke me up again, With a letter for my ex and a fucking bill

Now I don't know what is going on
And I'm just too lazy to pursue
I just get so fucking bored
Though I'm never short of something to do