As I am preparing myself to say farewell to my pride again
I remember how it was back then:
Id see you light a cigarette, and then you'd ask me to pass your asthma inhaler.
I'd say 'Don't you ever think about cancer?'
You'd say 'Baby, you don't know but my heart is as strong as a drummer'
'My heart is as strong as a drummer'
You make me feel like apologising for being like this:
do I have to, say I'm sorry for my happiness?
You see it's like loving 'Graceland', it's not allowed to be but we know it's everybody's favourite
deep down in the place where, music makes you happiest.
In the place where my heart is a drummer,
in the place where my heart is a drummer.

...and when you call me, on the telephone my fingers will twist through the cord
and I'll slide my feet up and down the wall,
...but I know that I'm stronger than you are
...but I know that I'm stronger than you are

...and when you call me, on the telephone my fingers will still twist through the cord
and I'll slide my feet up and down the wall,
...but I know that I'm stronger than you are
...but I know that I'm stronger than you are.