Songtext von New Hampshire

Here I sit outside the window Longing to be asked inside Until someone sees Being polite Though scared to death They let me in Woman wonders who's your itchy friend Woman says, "I thought he was with you" Woman says, "I thought he was with you" They slowly back away from him At best he's very interesting His brushes with success were just an accident No one likes New Hampshire man Broken-hearted old man of New Hampshire Flower-sniffing poet of New Hampshire Charming witty drunk Gate-crashing parasite Self-pitying, embittered Morose New Hampshire man Woman wonders who's your itchy friend Woman says, "I thought he was with you" Woman says, "I thought he was with you" They slowly back away from him At best he's very interesting His brushes with success were just an accident No one likes New Hampshire man No one likes New Hampshire man