Woorden: Cantatonia. All Girls Are Fly.

Small wonder you've matured from her
She's gone now, back in England
She got spirit, will go farther
But she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemes
The colour of your schemes . . . oh

But you know and I that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars

Why blunder? There's no wonder
You've been feeling six foot under
Make it happen, you - it could happen

But don't forget to turn the light off if you're last to leave
If you're last to leave here

Cause you know and I that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars

And you know and I that all men are fly
And all girls must die, or something