Amsterdam
A city of sin, yet I commit myself to someone
It was not cheating
It was an experience, a very different one
but It did not move me
he was 25, living in Amsterdam
A glass of Gin and Tonic
We share the same taste
The magic number; 28
We talked and talked and talked
But how will it end
When we are a thousand miles apart
Kisses are sweet, short and romantic
Lets play under the bed sheet
We should never have met
Because now a piece of me belongs to you
A kiss in the forehead; end that evening
I have no Idea if he was lying
But It must be something special
A little spark we had; something small
A few stage before burning passion
It ends, hopefully we can still be friends
The city of sin; will you forgive me
