| Letter from Maastricht |
| came into to my hands |
| and said while i was away from you |
| guess who made better plans |
| I must be honest |
| In a darkened room |
| I turned away from you |
| and sang another sune |
| Chorus |
| Owoo. What you going to do now |
| Owoo. What you going to do now |
| These words come easy I cant give them respect |
| I put so little into them and then watch the effect |
| I choose them easy, I know the shape and size |
| to give some kind of meaning to any pack of lies |
| Owoo, What are you going to do now |
| Owoo, what are you going to do now |
| Owoo, what are you going to do now |
| Owoo, what are you going to do now |
| Last September on a beach |
| Found a special place no else could reach |
| Now words like weapons, get thrown into my face |
| She says you made your bed then slept some other face |
| All I want is you, all I want is you |
| All I want is you, all I wnat is youn and and and you |
| Letter from Maastricht |
| came into to my hands |
| and said while i was away from you |
| guess who made better plans |
| I must be honest |
| In a darkened room |
| I turned away from you |
| and sang another tune |
| Owoo, What are you going to do now |
| Owoo, what are you going to do now |
| What now, what now |
| What now, what now |
| When all I want is you |
| is for you |