Get out of my sight, you're torturing me
Get out of my sight, you're torturing me
It brings back memories of things I'd forgotten
It brings back memories of things I'd forgotten
Put your hand here, Catalina, put your hand right here
Put your hand here, it's cold
The girl I had went off to Germany and hasn't come back
The girl I had went off to Germany and hasn't come back
And I'm headed to Germany, not to have fun
Put your hand here, it's cold
Put your hand here, my Catalina
Put your hand here, it's cold
Put your hand here, my Catalina
Little hand of my heart, what's inside your yes now I'm dying
And I beg you, I entrust you to call a notary, and also my cousin
I'd like to make a will like those paintings with real weight
Write this down, Mr. Notary
Write down a curtain where a neighbor fits through a tiny hole
Write this down, Mr. Notary
Write down a broken painting whose saint not even God can tell
Write this down, Mr. Notary
Write this down, Mr. Notary
Write down an olive patch downhill that's hardly been sown and will be
Write this down, Mr. Notary
Write down a shotgun; you don't have my carpet, sir
Write this down, Mr. Notary