Jacqueline

Jacqueline was seventeen Working on a desk When Iver Peered above a spectacle Forgot that he had wrecked a girl Sometimes these eyes Forget the face they're peering from When the face they peer upon Well, you know That face as i do And how in the return of tha gaze She can return you the face That you are staring from It's always better on holiday So much better on holiday That's why we only work when We need the money Gregor was down again Said come on, kick me again Said i'm so drunk I don't mind if you kill me Come on you gutless I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive And how i know it But for chips and for freedom I could die It's always better on holiday...