In a blue blue night
A night too hot for this time of year
My thoughts are wandering to places I don’t want to be found near
I heard you have a lady now
A girl, my non true lord
I want to wish you all the best
And meet you with a sword
It's ten past midnight it's the time when Cinderella rides
Twisting her ankle for a silver shoe she only gets to wear just once
Oh hero of old fairy tales – would you sing or cry?
Because In the bottom line you know I chose and chose against the odds to open up your fly
I fly you flee
I sigh and see
There's no one here with me
There's no big mystery
This night is blue; I know about a lady in your arms,
So pardon me for wondering of harm.
Oh my non true lord, I'll drop my sword
Don’t run don’t hide – no need to struggle
Go surf oceans on your board
I promise to be subtle.