Roland Songtext / Lyric

shhhh
c'mon, c'mon

my best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
he carries them all over the town at least he tries oh look it stopped snowing
my best friend's from Poland and oh he has a beard
but they caught him with his case in a public place that is what we had feared

he severed segments and secretely liked that
he always had the time to speak with me I liked him for that
he severed segments and secretely liked that
he always took the time
he always took the time

c'mon now pussycat

my best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
he carries them all over the town at least he tries oh look it stopped snowing
my best friend's from Poland and oh he has a beard
but they caught him with his case in a public place that is what we had feared

he severed segments and secretely liked that
he always had the time to speak with me I liked him for that
he severed segments and secretely liked that
he was growing on me
he was growing on me