Lost Weekend

<br>It took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam<br><br>And double pneumonia in a single room<br><br>And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine<br><br>Are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you<br><br>This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep<br><br>With ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart`s pen<br><br>With which I wrote for you a lovesong in tatoo<br><br>Upon my palm `twas stolen from me when jesus took my hand<br><br>You see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it<br><br>Drop me and i`ll fall to pieces too easily<br><br>I was a king bee with a head full of attitude<br><br>Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stained<br><br>My aim was to taboo you<br><br>Could we meet in the marketplace<br><br>Did I ever hey please did you wound my knees<br><br>You see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it<br><br>Drop me and i`ll fall to pieces<br><br>Yes it`s too easy and theres nobody else to blame<br><br>Will I hang my head in a crying shame<br><br>There is nobody else to blame nobody else except my sweet self<br><br>Again it took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam<br><br>Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears<br><br>That the sickest joke was the price of the medicine<br><br>Are you laughing at me now<br><br>May I please laugh along<br><br>I was a king bee with a head full of attitude<br><br>And ashtray heart on my sleeve wounded knees<br><br>And my one love song was a tatoo upon my palm<br><br>You wrote upon me when you took my hand<br><br>You see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it<br><br>Drop me and i`ll fall to pieces too easily