A bimbo in a Mercedes is changing her spot,
You can see life in this new order,
Glasses covering half her face,
Oh, these leather seats,
In the heat of Tel Aviv.
A bimbo in a Mercedes, just hoping they won't start nagging,
Taking out a cigarette from her purse with the witty phrase,
That still echoes in her mind,
How I didn't know what to wear,
To the party of the guy with the colorful hair,
Was a party boy but now he means business,
A businessman who's now a vegan,
And maybe he's right for my soul,
Sweets are also a kind of comfort,
I wanted London and what I got was war,
Look pal, the fear won't go away,
It just comes and goes, comes and goes...
A bimbo in a Mercedes is driving on the highway,
Headlights are off, and another idiot is signaling
just to hide,
Oh, what do you want,
Complicated people
And you're sticking to my hand, jumping around,
A few hairs on your chest
in the heat of Tel Aviv,
Oh, give me a break,
I'm going out alone, and not with you,
To the party of the guy with the colorful hair,
Was a party boy but now he means business,
A businessman who's now a vegan,
And maybe he's right for my soul,
Sweets are also a kind of comfort,
I wanted London and what I got was war,
Look pal, the fear won't go away,
It just comes and goes...
And maybe he's right for my soul,
Sweets are also a kind of comfort,
I wanted London and what I got was war,
Look pal, the fear won't go away,
It just comes and goes...
A bimbo in a Mercedes is changing her spot.