Dandy Boy - Paris

Nonsense is hanging like fruit in the tree
and i wonder which one to pick you, pick me
and you just can't be happy, you know too much for that
how did the apple taste, Adam?

And I know what I am up to, and I know if it wasn't for you
I wouldn't be here, rambling on my guitar in my room

Your eyes are bigger than mine
not in their shape but in the size
size of my sadness when I look in them
I never painted you with the colours you deserved

And I know what I am up to, and I know if it wasn't for you
I wouldn't be here, rambling on my guitar in my room

And it's not good
to want a thing too much
it's never good to want a thing too much
a thing too much
a thing too much
someone too much.