Bebopalula - Out the Door Lyrics

We met one night by candlelight in such a quiet place
Hardly a word was overheard just that look on her face
Don't speak of her, don't speak of him
Don't speak of what we've let begin

But how I'd love to stay with you
And tell you all things I want to do
It's not a passing phase, no, I'm sure
But now you're out the door

Berlin was cold all winter long she lit a fire there
On the marquis the bourgeoisie followed her everywhere
But now my back's against the wall
She doesn't write, she doesn't call

But how I'd love to stay with you
And tell you all things I want to do
It's not a passing phase, no, I'm sure
But now you're out the door