I pick those tomatoes we grew off the vine
They look out the window just killing time
I reach for the phone just to make sure it's on
And I'm fine
I put on my makeup for no one at all
My heels on the hardwood echo down the hall
I open the wardrobe, put my face in your clothes
And I'm fine
I try to sleep, I just lie here awake
I've stopped counting sheep, now I just count the days
'Til you're back in this bed that I remake every time
And if they ask, I'll say I'm fine
Just like the circus, you always leave town
I can't help but cry when that big top comes down
But I leave the light on and when you get back home
We'll be fine
It's hard to give her a Belgian sale. There are 2 webshops selling her albums. However 1 shop classify her as world music, Latin and another shop classify her as tango.
This means import and giving her a Dutch, UK, German or French sale.