- cifra
You, you used to read Karl Marx
Alone in the bath
Whenever you were low
Whenever you were low
You made cakes out of love
And love out of hugs
'Cause that is what you do
'Cause that is what you do
And you made a paper boat
And you sailed all across the floor
To the harbour by the door
You caught a bug in a jar
And you named it escobar
But your mother let it go
Your mother let it go
And you made a paper boat
And you sailed all across the floor
To the harbour by the door
And you made a paper boat
And you sailed all across the floor, oh, oh
To the harbour by the door
