She was sitting there, at the counter
A feminine rocket
She was the attraction here in the shop
Each man in the pub
Looked at her like a prey
And was already with her in his thoughts
Yes I went to her,
We drank a few glasses
And at first, I really don't wanted anything from her
But she was too good
For the guys here in the shop
And a few whiskies later I said to myself
Better I than the guy beside
He's prowling for hours
Up close to her
I'm although not an angel
But certainly not a bad man
Better I than the man beside
She resided in two rooms
And from outside a glimmer fell
On her face, when she lay with me
And then she started to cry
And told me about one
The man who let her down
His photo standed on the table
And a second on the radio
His picture only disturbed our love
Therefore I threw it down
In the box with the trash
Because the guy wasn't worth the memory
Better I than the guy beside
He's prowling for hours
Up close to her
I'm although not an angel
But certainly not a bad man
Better I than the guy beside
Better I than the guy beside
He's prowling for hours
Up close to her
I'm although not an angel
But certainly not a bad man
Better I than the guy beside
Better I than the guy beside...