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How Do You Do!

Words & Music by Per Gessle
Recorded at Tits & Ass Studio, Halmstad, Sweden in April 1992 and EMI Studios, Stockholm, Sweden in April & May 1992
Published by Jimmy Fun Music

I see you comb your hair and gimme that grin. It's making me spin now, spinnin' within. Before I melt like snow, I say Hello - How do you do! I love the way you undress now. Baby begin. Do your caress, honey, my heart's in a mess. I love your blue-eyed voice, like Tiny Tim shines thru. How do you do! Well, here we are crackin' jokes in the corner of our mouths and I feel like I'm laughing in a dream. If I was young I could wait outside your school cos your face is like the cover of a magazine. How do you do, do you do, the things that you do. No one I know could ever keep up with you. How do you do! Did it ever make sense to you to say Bye Bye Bye? I see you in that chair with perfect skin. Well, how have you been, baby, livin' in sin? Hey, I gotta know, did you say Hello - How do you do? Well, here we are spending time in the louder part of town and it feels like everything's surreal. When I get old I will wait outside your house cos your hands have got the power meant to heal. How do you do...

Fading Like A Flower (Every Time You Leave)

Words & Music: Per Gessle
Published by Jimmy Fun Music

in a time where the sun descends alone, i ran a long long way from home to find a heart that's made of stone. i will try, i just need a little time to get your face right out of my mind, to see the world through different eyes. every time i see you oh i try to hide away but when we meet it seems i can't let go. every time you leave the room i feel i'm fading like a flower. tell me why? when i scream there's no reply, when i reach out there's nothing to find, when i sleep i break down and cry. every time i see you oh i try to hide away but when we meet it seems i can't let go. every time you leave the room i feel i'm fading like a flower. fading like a rose, fading like a rose, beaten by the storm, talking to myself, getting washed by the rain, it's such a cold cold town.