Текст песни The Auction

I was going to auction my heart On a sunday afternoon I getter the people of the square Food, drinks, chairs and baloons The birds were quiet kind of gloomy I tried some boozzes and video games I even became a workaholic But I couldn't manage the crane I was going to auction my heart But I dind't reach the minimum prize So I thought that I just might Make it a gran prize of a bingo