作词 : Peter Hammill/Herbert Grönemeyer 作曲 : Herbert Grönemeyer His pyjamas lie there in my bed His comb stuck in my brush I said what's all this? His shoes stand in a tidy row That's nice to see when you get home What's all this? His after-shave hangs in the air He might have chosen mine to wear What's all this? You say he's moved in with you here You point me to the door, that's clear What's all this? His favourite dish upon the stove I'd shove my fist right down his throat but mustn't No, I mustn't Of embarassment he shows no trace His friendly smile lights up the place He's grinning, just grinning! How come I deserve to be The fool that he makes out of me At least you could have given me a clue You could have had a one-night fling In time I'd forget everything But I've got no chance I'm left no time to understand If you could see you've hurried love. His head slumped on his double chin Since when d'you go for a slob like him What's all this? What's that you say? How come you throw your heart to waste On such a sponge, a blubber-face? What's that? What's it all about? I left you often on your own For him you kick me out of house and home What's all this? What's all it about? You try to seem such perfect lovers Oh how you two deserve each other So innocent, but laughing too loud You must have really suffered guilt so As you were tossing in your pillows Since when have you had a heart made of stone? You drank my love up in one go. How come I deserve to be The fool that he makes out of me At least you could have given me a clue You could have had a one-night fling In time I'd forget everything But I've got no chance I'm left no time to understand If you could see you've hurried love.
作词 : Peter Hammill/Herbert Grönemeyer 作曲 : Herbert Grönemeyer His pyjamas lie there in my bed His comb stuck in my brush I said what's all this? His shoes stand in a tidy row That's nice to see when you get home What's all this? His after-shave hangs in the air He might have chosen mine to wear What's all this? You say he's moved in with you here You point me to the door, that's clear What's all this? His favourite dish upon the stove I'd shove my fist right down his throat but mustn't No, I mustn't Of embarassment he shows no trace His friendly smile lights up the place He's grinning, just grinning! How come I deserve to be The fool that he makes out of me At least you could have given me a clue You could have had a one-night fling In time I'd forget everything But I've got no chance I'm left no time to understand If you could see you've hurried love. His head slumped on his double chin Since when d'you go for a slob like him What's all this? What's that you say? How come you throw your heart to waste On such a sponge, a blubber-face? What's that? What's it all about? I left you often on your own For him you kick me out of house and home What's all this? What's all it about? You try to seem such perfect lovers Oh how you two deserve each other So innocent, but laughing too loud You must have really suffered guilt so As you were tossing in your pillows Since when have you had a heart made of stone? You drank my love up in one go. How come I deserve to be The fool that he makes out of me At least you could have given me a clue You could have had a one-night fling In time I'd forget everything But I've got no chance I'm left no time to understand If you could see you've hurried love.
