Little king

Little king, where do you go every time I open my eyes?
Didn't mamma teach you better?
than to live believing lies
to stop hiding in the cellar
or play around with sweet girl's hearts

you were sunny holidays
you were gray alleys
you were seaside avenues
you were rainy valleys

kiss me at the rooftop
we don't mind the rainfall
meet me at the bus stop
take me for a night stroll

little king, where do you go when you hide and sin?
did not life hurt you before?
then why keep that guilty grin
when you yell that I'm a whore
and crash your anger through my skin