Soapbox Marathon - No Post from Denmark Lyrics

Coat made of fur, mon petit chou-fleur
Everything's closed, still places to go
My head starts to whirl down vesterbrogade
Smiles all round, such a beautiful town

I sent my letter, no post from denmark

Got so stoned I couldn't walk straight
I couldn't remember your face or name
Of the club we just went to
Lied about my age so you would stay
Is that okay? I didn't mean to be
Dishonest I'm just so damn

Glad I met you, baby
Things could never work out
Safe flight back to Germany
And kiss me one last time

I sent my letter, no post from Denmark
Felt so much better, is this forever?
I had to go

Still keep my hopes up over messages
Stop playing these games i get so restless
I know you'll never love me now still

Glad I met you, baby
Things could never work out
Safe flight back to Germany
And kiss me one last time

I sent my letter, no post from Denmark
Felt so much better, is this forever?
Please let me know