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There's a boy throwing rocks at my window,Sitting on a bench down below.And he says: "Come and spend some time,With me, beneath the washing line."And, he looks as handsome as the night,Hands in his pockets, his face in daylight.So I let him in, And I take his hand,And I do my best to understand,Oh I, I do the best that I can.We lay down, and look out my window.Outside there was a distant glow, and,We whisper every word wildly,Talk of all the things we're gonna do.And he, kisses me on the eye,And out the window we seem to fly,'Cause, I let him in, And I take his hand,And I do my best to understand,Oh I, I do the best that I can.There's a nightbird singing at my window,The bench is empty down below, and I lay,SongtexteAwake, to hear the open gate,But he don't come around no more, so,I pretend to let him in.I pretend to take his hand.I imagine that I understand,Oh I, I do the best that I can, My, my, my, my, I understand. Aus Songtexte Mania