Been flirting with you for a while I like your eyes, I like your style When you said you liked mine too I thought I could get close to you You called me often, made me laugh (and) Soon we had made dinner plans We ate a lot and I got drunk
We closed the restaurant down I was thinking "It is your place or mine"? You said you didn't have the time You said you had to work buy it was already past 2
Are you a doctor? Are you an artist? Are you the man Who cleans the streets when i am in bed? Are you a writer? Do you drive a taxi until dawn? Ir am I just too naive to know What's going on?
Last friday I went out with friends to hear my favorite DJ spin I danced until my feet got sore Then I saw you on the floor, I asked you to come dance with me You said I'd love buy you see even though you are looking fine, I am working, I dont have the time. But you're not behind the bar, You're not bouncing or parking cars So tell me what exactly you do
Are you a doctor? Are you an artist? Are you the man Who cleans the streets when I am in bed? Are you a writer? Do you drive a taxi until dawn? Or am I just too naive to know What's going on?
At carols party last weekend I brought you by to meet my friends When we walked in, the room went dead, Someone took me aside and said: "I dont think he's your type" He deals drugs every night And besides that he has a girlfriend or two (sad)
So you are not a doctor You are not an artist You're not the man who cleans the streets When I am in bed, no no You'r not a writer You dont driver a taxi until dawn I guess I was too navie to know What's going on (repeat x 3)