There at the end of the street
Where that big villa stands
She was barely 15 years old
Her dad was rich and well-off
That was Anja, and I was in love with her
But life can be hard sometimes
'Cause her father didn't like me
He thought I was just a damn poor louse
And whenever I dropped by to see that gorgeous chick
That old man simply threw me right out of his house
Not good enough for Anja, not good enough for Anja
I just wasn't a rich man's son
But still too low for her
Not good enough for Anja, not good enough for Anja
I was who I was, a poor clown
A life-size danger to her
A week ago at a party I stopped by
Anja was dancing there and I felt so weird
She looked at me and walked my way
My love was suddenly over
But not for Anja, I was everything to her now
But life can be hard sometimes 'cause I didn't care about her anymore
That's the pride of a damn poor louse
So I quickly turned my back on her as if she'd never been
I left the joint and just went home
Not good enough for Anja, not good enough for Anja
I just wasn't a rich man's son
But still too low for her
Not good enough for Anja, not good enough for Anja
I was who I was, a poor clown
A life-size danger to her
But life can be hard sometimes 'cause I didn't care about her anymore
That's the pride of a damn poor louse
So I quickly turned my back on her as if she'd never been
I left the joint and just went home
Not good enough for Anja, not good enough for Anja
I just wasn't a rich man's son
But still too low for her
Not good enough for Anja, not good enough for Anja
I was who I was, a poor clown
A life-size danger to her