Ostende Hotel

She lets her hair down
And you can see her reign
Out there in the sea
Like in the bar
Of the old Ostende Hotel

Lover boy, fleeting love
Touristy, in the air
Of the Ostende Hotel
That I take off
Her soft and lovely skin

I haven't seen much
Of her world
Or what she's capable
Of doing, with whom
She leaves behind and sets aside

Still, I'm happy
Dancing with the foreign girls
In the bar looking good
For some nice tips

From her, I learned not to risk
My luck for a dream
And I know she cared a lot for me
When I thought I was her man

Sometimes I don't feel like I know who I am
It doesn't have to be happening
Now I want to be here, with her
And I know it's jealousy

She lets her hair down
And you can see her reign
Out there in the sea
Like in the bar
Of the old Ostende Hotel