Nils Bech Waiting
I am the last one
Everyone knows how I tried
Love, let me meet you
When everyone has to
Have someone to love
I never met one
What's so strange about me
What's so strange about me
Can't I be loved, loved, ooh, ooh
Loved, loved, ooh, ooh
I'm the reflection
Of these rejections in me
I take them and fold them
I'm so used to storing them
Until I meet
Someone I think can be loved
Then I unfold them
Just to reassure them
That I can be loved, loved, ooh, ooh
Loved, loved, ooh, ooh
