Herbert Grönemeyer

What's All This

Herbert Grönemeyer


his pyjamas lie there in my bed 
his comb stuck in my brush 
i said what's all this? 
his shoes stand in a tidy row 
that's nice to see when you get home 
what's all this? 

his after-shave hangs in the air 
he might have chosen mine to wear 
what's all this? 
you say he's moved in with you here 
you point me to the door, that's clear 
what's all this? 

his favourite dish upon the stove 
i'd shove my fist right down his throat but mustn't 
no, i mustn't 
of embarassment he shows no trace 
his friendly smile lights up the place 
he's grinning, just grinning! 

how come i deserve to be 
the fool that he makes out of me 
at least you could have given me a clue 
you could have had a one-night fling 
in time i'd forget evyerthing 
but i've got no chance 
i'm left no time to understand 
if you could see you've hurried love 

his head slumped on his double chin 
since when d'you go for a slob like him 
what's all this? 
what's that you say? 
how come you throw your heart to waste 
on such a sponge, a blubber-face? 
what's that? 
what's it all about? 

i left you often on your own 
for him you kick me out of house and home 
what's all this? 
What's all it about? 

how come... 

you try to seem such perfect lovers 
oh how you two deserve each other 
so innocent, but laughing too loud 
you must have really suffered guilt so 
as you were tossing in your pillows 
since when have you had a heart made of stone? 
you drank my love up in one go 

how come...