A Postcard to Nina

Nina, I can be your boyfriend So you can stay with your girlfriend Your father is a sweet old man But it's hard for him to understand That you want to love a woman Nina, I can be your boyfriend If it puts an end to all this nonsense First time I see you in Berlin And you don't tell me anything Until outside your dad's apartment Oh, god, Jesus Christ I try to focus on your eyes We're having dinner with your family now Keep a steady look at your left eyebrow If it's raised, it means yes If it's not, it means take a guess Hey, you, stop kicking my legs I'm doing my best, can you pass the figs? Your father puts on my record He says, "So tell me how you met her?" Uh, I get a little nervous and change the subject I put my hand on some metal object He jokes and tells me it's a lie detector He takes out the booklet and starts reading "So I heard you're moving out next season?" I say, "Yeah, New York is nice that time of year Almost as green as it is here" He says, "I thought you were moving to Sweden?" Oh, god, what have I done? I came to Berlin to have some fun And the clock on the wall strikes four, five, six My eyes caught by a big crucifix Guess that's why he won't let you go His Catholic heart is big and slow You know I'll do anything for love But Nina, what were you thinking of? But Nina, I can be your boyfriend So you can stay with your girlfriend Your father's mailing me all the time He says he just wants to say hi I send back "out of office" auto-replies Nina, I just want to check in 'Cause I think about you every second So I send you this postcard just to say Don't let anyone stand in your way Yours truly, Jens Lekman Don't let anyone stand in your way Don't let anyone stand in your way Don't let anyone stand in your way Don't let anyone stand in your way Don't let anyone stand in your way