Eleven Kids
You thought I loved you, like you did
But I was telling lies
And when the end came suddenly
Still love was in your eyes
Go out and find another man
Aboard the Auto-moped
But first make sure he's smelling good
And then just go to bed
The restaurant has closed the door
Still, knock and I will let you in
Although I still remember
A lot of places where we've been
Please begin to realize
That your love has gone down the drain
Your efforts never changed my mind
To me they're all in vain
I knew whenever I thought of you
As my woman with eleven kids
(I'll bet if I tried, it wouldn't fit)
(repeat all)
Autor(es): Jürgen Fritz
