My Dearest Enemy

She was very fond of small children and animals
and the birds in the field
She believed that you have to share everything
And that I was but living for myself
My dearest enemy
My wonderful enemy
My dearest enemy
who loves me

I'm no longer in her diary
There are all those boys with rings in one ear
I said your silly body only belongs to me
And this was something she couldn't understand
My dearest enemy
My wonderful enemy
My dearest enemy
who loves me

Her shadow stands everynight in front of my door
She asks if she may come inside
She's not (actually) there but I can smell her odour
the smell of sour milk and old honey
Come inside
My dearest enemy
My wonderful enemy
My dearest enemy
who loves me

Gorki Mijn dierbare vijand