I met you alone on a crowded street,
you asked for my name and said that you’d like to speak.
Invited me home to sleep along your floor.
Tell me you’re nice, all through the night 'till the morning comes.
Tell me you’re nice.
Talked about her heart right before we made love.
You showed me your room and the curtains of wood. Your grandma’s cross right
above your door.
Tell me you’re nice, all through the night 'till the morning comes.
Tell me you’re nice.
Well I only knew her face and little else it seems. She was an