I want to please you
I want to ease your pain
But I'm so helpless
Here in my window frame
You look so lovely
The way you look at me
I just can't help but
Invite you in to see my room
My stairway to the spoon
Drinking burgundy with ice at noon
Collecting pieces from a book
That sits on my shelf
While I'm talking to myself
Talking to myself
Dirty dishes
Dirty clothes
Greasy hair
Underwear
Can I hold you
Do you mind
Won't you stay for a little while
It sounds so boring
But it'll be ok
We'll play some records
And smoke this day away
I'll cook you supper
I'm pretty good like that
We'll watch a movie
Or just sit and chat
In my room
My extension to the moon
Drinking Jack and Coke at noon
I'll read you poems from a book
That I hide under my chair
And take out when no-ones here
Talking to myself
Hågen Rørmark - Talking to Myself Lyrics
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English
I want to please you
I want to ease your pain
But I'm so helpless
Here in my window frame
You look so lovely
The way you look at me
I just can't help but
Invite you in to see my room
My stairway to the spoon
Drinking burgundy with ice at noon
Collecting pieces from a book
That sits on my shelf
While I'm talking to myself
Talking to myself
Dirty dishes
Dirty clothes
Greasy hair
Underwear
Can I hold you
Do you mind
Won't you stay for a little while
It sounds so boring
But it'll be ok
We'll play some records
And smoke this day away
I'll cook you supper
I'm pretty good like that
We'll watch a movie
Or just sit and chat
In my room
My extension to the moon
Drinking Jack and Coke at noon
I'll read you poems from a book
That I hide under my chair
And take out when no-ones here
Talking to myself
I want to ease your pain
But I'm so helpless
Here in my window frame
You look so lovely
The way you look at me
I just can't help but
Invite you in to see my room
My stairway to the spoon
Drinking burgundy with ice at noon
Collecting pieces from a book
That sits on my shelf
While I'm talking to myself
Talking to myself
Dirty dishes
Dirty clothes
Greasy hair
Underwear
Can I hold you
Do you mind
Won't you stay for a little while
It sounds so boring
But it'll be ok
We'll play some records
And smoke this day away
I'll cook you supper
I'm pretty good like that
We'll watch a movie
Or just sit and chat
In my room
My extension to the moon
Drinking Jack and Coke at noon
I'll read you poems from a book
That I hide under my chair
And take out when no-ones here
Talking to myself
Writer: Hågen Rørmark
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