Ooh Mama
I miss you very much
Miss you very much
You should come on down
Come and put your name on my head
Your tissue dries every time you cry
Every time you cry
I miss you, miss serious
Now I'm learning origami
Just enough to make a lotus flower
And as soon as I am done then I'm down
Ooh mama
Yeah I don't paint anymore
Looks like the rain goes aligned, goes around
I don't do much anymore
Philosophy while I'm watching Columbo, my god
What's in my heart is surreal
Then I grab my pen and I feel
That my hand went numb
So I don't paint anymore love
And you don't paint anymore
I miss you very much
Miss you very much
You should come on down
Come and put your name on my head
Six in the morning, I'm at your door
Will you let me in?
While I'm weeping in spring
Ooh mama
Yeah I don't paint anymore
Looks like the rain goes aligned, goes around
I don't do much anymore
Philosophy while I'm watching Columbo, my god
What's in my heart is surreal
Then I grab my pen and I feel
That my hand went numb
So I don't paint anymore love
And you don't paint anymore
Yeah I don't paint anymore
Looks like the rain goes aligned, goes around
And don't do much anymore
Philosophy while I'm watching Columbo, my god
What's in my heart is surreal
Then I grab my pen and I feel
That my hand went numb
So I don't paint anymore love
And you don't paint anymore
Miss you very much
You should come on down
Come and put your name on my head
Your tissue dries every time you cry
Every time you cry
I miss you, miss serious
Now I'm learning origami
Just enough to make a lotus flower
And as soon as I am done then I'm down
Ooh mama
Yeah I don't paint anymore
Looks like the rain goes aligned, goes around
I don't do much anymore
Philosophy while I'm watching Columbo, my god
What's in my heart is surreal
Then I grab my pen and I feel
That my hand went numb
So I don't paint anymore love
And you don't paint anymore
I miss you very much
Miss you very much
You should come on down
Come and put your name on my head
Six in the morning, I'm at your door
Will you let me in?
While I'm weeping in spring
Ooh mama
Yeah I don't paint anymore
Looks like the rain goes aligned, goes around
I don't do much anymore
Philosophy while I'm watching Columbo, my god
What's in my heart is surreal
Then I grab my pen and I feel
That my hand went numb
So I don't paint anymore love
And you don't paint anymore
Yeah I don't paint anymore
Looks like the rain goes aligned, goes around
And don't do much anymore
Philosophy while I'm watching Columbo, my god
What's in my heart is surreal
Then I grab my pen and I feel
That my hand went numb
So I don't paint anymore love
And you don't paint anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Jens Duvsjo, Stefan Carl Tomas Storm
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