Nothing to Declare - Laptop

Don’t bother me with your customs cards

I got nothing from abroad

No romance, no precious stones

No sexy stories to take home

I went to Cairo

I went to Spain

I swam across the Magellan Strait

I looked for love

And all I got was this lousy t-shirt

I’ve got nothing to declare

Except my loneliness

I’ve got nothing to declare

Nothing of value here

Do your strip search, call your dogs

Spread my legs against the wall

Search my bags, check my soul

My total value is zero

I went to Tokyo

I went to Spain

I walked across the African Plains

I looked for love

And all I got was this lousy t-shirt

I’ve got nothing to declare

Except my loneliness

I’ve got nothing to declare

No fruit, no plants, no animals

No currency, no thing commercial

I’ve got nothing to declare

Nothing of value here

I’m a failed explorer with empty hands

A Don Quixote with jet lag

I’ve got nothing to declare

Except my love not used

I’ve got nothing to declare

No fruit, no plants, no animals

No currency, no thing commercial

I’ve got nothing to declare

Nothing of value here