I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song I´m twenty-two now, but I won't be for long people ask me when you'll grow up to be a man but all the girls I loved at school already pushing prams
I loved you then as I love you still
so I put you on a paddysteal I put you on a pill don't feel bad about letting you go just feel bad about letting you know
I don't want to change the world
I´m not looking for new england
I´m just looking for another girl (repeat once)
I loved the words you wrote to me
but that was bloody yesterday
can't believe on what you send
everytime you need a friend
I saw two shooting-stars last night and I whished on them but they're only satellites it's wrong to whish on space hardware yes I whish, I whish, I whish you'd care