Gareth Jones - Roland lyrics

Shhhh C'mon, c'mon My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives He carries them all over the town at least he tries—oh look, it stopped snowing My best friend's from Poland and, oh, he has a beard But they caught him with his case in a public place that is what we had feared He severed segments and secretly liked that He always had the time to speak with me I liked him for that He severed segments and secretly liked that He always took the time He always took the time C'mon now p**ycat My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives He carries them all over the town at least he tries oh look it stopped snowing My best friend's from Poland and oh he has a beard But they caught him with his case in a public place that is what we had feared He severed segments and secretly liked that He always had the time to speak with me I liked him for that He severed segments and secretly liked that He was growing on me He was growing on me