Jeanette - Mando Diao

Jeanette my love don’t use the elevator

Don’t climb and rise don’t lick it in the times of war

Tell him that I was more than him in the bed

My hands are bigger and I’m taller as well

Catch me little girl don’t try to run

Don’t try to hide yourself from Mr D

Fill me with waterfalls and mystery

Forsake me even break me I don’t care

Jeanette you’ve got a habit of leaving boys

The glamour and the toys were all forbidden

I’ve got no choice at home when it gets dark

I’m lying in my bed and thinking

She’s got it all, she’s got it better than me

Better than me, right

She’s got it all, she’s got it better than me

Better than me and I’m deep down, down in misery

Jeanette my love don’t tease the alligator

Animal-lover needs a cigarette

Tell me that I was more than him in the end

My jealous little thing comes up again

Jeanette she’s full of dirt she’s full of hurt

Her glamour and the boys were all forgotten

But I’ve got no choice at home when it gets dark

I’m lying in my bed and thinking

She’s got it all, she’s got it better than me…

She’s got it all, she’s got it better than me…