Bus
She took the bus that Tuesday afternoon
Cause it's faster than her bicycle
And it's warmer than the icicle
That's growing inside her chest
She won't be second best for him
His best friend was the only one that she could trust
Now that he had gone away
But if he should call today
Well, he'd find her at Peter's place
Setting a different pace for him
And though he's gone and he's gone
And there's nothing you could do
On the contrary, he's with Mary
Cause she'll do what you don't do
And though he's gone and he's gone
And there's nothing you could do
On the contrary, he's with Mary
She left with everything that she could beg, borrow and steal
Everything that was not tied to the ground
And she imagined just what he'd found
To take him away from her
She felt it was such a slur from him
And though he's gone and he's gone
And there's nothing you could do
On the contrary, he's with Mary
Cause she'll do what you don't do
And though he's gone and he's gone
And there's nothing you could do
On the contrary, he's with Mary
And it seems just like nothing falls away
And though he's gone and he's gone
And there's nothing you could do
On the contrary, he's with Mary
Cause she'll do what you don't do
And though he's gone and he's gone
And there's nothing you could do
On the contrary, he's with Mary
Cause she'll do what you don't do
Autor(es): Lucien Richter
