I'm still intoxicated
Everything is unclear in my head
If it's night or if it's day
Let someone inform me
Next to me an angel is sleeping
I don't know what she's doing here in my bed
And I'm trying everything
To recall her name
I wouldn't want to humiliate myself
She probably hopes for better
She doesn't know that I was
Something extra to every woman, when times got tough for them*
Ref:
The anonymous woman has skin
As soft as silk
She breaths sweetly next to me
She's beautifulls like a hymn
Her combed haird
Fell on my chest
And if the whole city's burning
I won't wake her
I've been with all kinds of woman
And older and younger
God, thank you for (sending) her
She's so pretty without make up
Next to me an angel is sleeping
I don't know what she's doing here in my bed
And I'm trying everything
To recall her name
I wouldn't want to humiliate myself
She probably hopes for better
She doesn't know that I was
Something extra to every woman, when times got tough for them