Loverboy

From the bottom of the swimming pool

I watch your white skin turning gold

I know we all beg God for love

Your eyes are piercing blue and cold

The only moving part on your face

Your face is like a death mask

You are so cold, my loverboy

You are so cold to me

You are so cold, my loverboy

You gently comb my hair

You kiss me on the cheek

Goodbye, my dear

Pick me flowers on way back

And every time you are away

And every time you are away

I'm sinking in the pool of salty tears

No, please

You are so cold to me, my loverboy

You are so cold