Lyrics

This little fella
This little guy I met at school
I'm in a rock band
And he plays the
Flute
But though it seems like
He wouldn't hurt a fly
(Or dare to tell a lie)
I saw him smoking pot
In the schoolyard
Last night
Last night
So I said oh
What have we done with the romance?
Oh
What have we done
How did we turn out?
This little fella
This little flute playing boy
I think I'll miss him
One day, one day
One day
So I said oh
What have we done with the romance?
Oh, what have we done, how did we turn out?
Oh, nothing is lost but the moment
Oh, nothing that you've never seen before
(Seen before!)
Written by: Åsa Söderqvist, Lina Ericsson
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