Holidays
Pierre Dutrey
You last called me in May
When the sky turned grey
You had nothing to say
But you were okay
Your holidays in Spain
Fill me with pain
In Spain
With pain
Someone was talking behind you
Didn't guess who
You said you were worried
How I look, how I feel
How I look
Your holidays in Spain
Fill me with pain
In Spain
With pain
You last called me in May
When the sky turned grey
Your holidays in Spain
Fill me with pain
In Spain
With pain