The Fling
You came in like someone new
I wasn´t at all prepared for you
Now what the hell am I supposed to do
Give me an answer
Give me a clue
I still remember that day in September
You wrote me that letter
and made me remember
October, November,
my heart is in trouble with you
You walked through that door
and made me just want you more
All the letters, the songs,
conversations and all
I never thought that this
would make me fall so hard
On the bench in the graveyard,
the stories you told
By the lake when we talked about
us growing old
I am up in the high,
doesn´t feel like I´m falling at all
So don´t forget me
´Cause the time and the place
after these crazy days will come
Don´t forget me
You can have me tomorrow,
no heartbreak or sorrow
Please, don´t forget me
´Cause the time and the place
after these crazy days will come
Don´t forget this,
´cause I won´t
Why does it have to be so complicated
when all that I want is you here naked
Why does it have to be so complicated with you?
You came around like a storm, like a hurricane
A mysterious stranger put my heart in danger
And all that I want is to be in that danger with you
On the stairs that we kissed,
how our hands really fits
When we talked about how
were both chasing our dreams
I won´t have no regrets,
all I want is to know that I lived
When you showed me your house,
talked to me about your past
When you finally held me
with passion and lust
Believe me when I say
I save the best for the last
So don´t forget me
´Cause the time and the place
after these crazy days will come
Don´t forget me
You can have me tomorrow,
no heartbreak or sorrow
Please, don´t forget me
´Cause the time and the place
after these crazy days will come
Don´t forget this
No, no
So don´t forget me
´Cause the time and the place
after these crazy days will come
Don´t forget me
You can have me tomorrow,
no heartbreak, no sorrow
Please, don´t forget me
´Cause the time and the place
after these crazy days will come
Don´t forget this
´Cause I won´t
You walked through that door
and made me just want you more
All the letters, the songs,
conversations and all
I never thought that this would
make me fall so hard
On the bench in the graveyard,
the stories you told
By the lake when we talked
about us growing old
I am up in the high
doesn´t feel like I´m falling at all
Autor(es): Monica Johansen