Verse 1. Forgive me, Peter. My lost fearless leader. In closets like cedar. Preserved from when we were just kids. Is it something I did?. The goddess of timing. Once found us beguiling. She said she
Hey, Frau Petermann,. was treibt denn nur dein Peter?. Jeden Abend, wenn es dunkel wird,. dann geht er. frisch rasiert und gut gekmmt,. schicker Anzug, weies Hemd,. rote Nelke am Jackett
