I was playing my guitar
On the street next to yours
Playing songs
About your smile
About your body
About our tenderness

I saw you walking by
With a man with tattoos
And a shaven head
And you were holding hands
And he was shouting at you

I looked into your eyes
Like I had, all those times when we had made love
And your eyes
Said so much
That I could not play
Any more music
Until the next day