Retrieval of You Songtext
von The Minus 5

I drive by airports three times a day
Synchronizing every single move
It′s on the airwaves--you're coming my way
Sure, I don′t have much to lose
I'm a fumbled record star
They call me DJ minimart
'Cos that′s where I work

Everybody knows I fell afoul of fame
And you′re to blame that I'm What′s-His-Name
I'm setting an example--you′re the one I choose
For page-two news, it's my retrieval of you


I′m right behind you; don't turn around
I was the one who cut your first song
Get in the backseat and keep your head down
Didn't I shout it out all night long?
Now you′re a fabled record star
And I′m DJ minimart
'Cos that′s where I work

I've got a boxcar with blankets and bread
In sector 9, where no one goes
I brought a pillow for your precious head
You′ll be fine once you get to know me again

I drive by airports, practicing retrieval of you