In The Frame - Del Amitri

Put me in your pocket now, put me in your dress

I will remain the one you love best

Don’t try to rip me up

If I hurt you when

Everything is fowled up at the end

Let me always stay now

Laughing as you say, «How

Do I always look like I’m in pain?»

And you always get your finger in the frame

Put me in your bottom drawer under old exams

There I will be always your cheating hand

Don’t try to send me back in some maudlin phase

What has developed here you can’t erase

Let me always stay now

Laughing as you say, «How

Do I always look like I’m in pain?»

And you always get your finger in the frame

And maybe all the fights will never happen

Maybe nothing’s going to change

Maybe I’ll be always laughing

Nothing standing in the way

Nothing clouding up the future

Not the faintest threat of rain

Nothing clouding up the picture

But a finger in the frame

So put me in the pocket of this very dress

And I will remain the one you love best

And I will always stay now

Laughing as you say, «How

Do I always look like I’m in pain?»

And you will always have your finger in the frame