My God I didn’t know
That this is a quiz show
I get a bit horny
and I’m a bit scared (about)
What the blonde strapping woman
Is expecting from me, well
(I’m a bit scared) if I can answer the wonderful questions honestly
Because she is searching desperately
For German car brands
She wants to finish it
Starts to interrogate me
And she's swaying her hips casually
Since we should guess right
And praise her breasts
I can’t walk
That’s why I stumble and I stumble
But I want to jump
But I don’t dare to, don’t dare to
You are much stronger
Please don’t hit me, don’t beat me
Don’t abondon me here
Or else I dangle, I dangle
Bettina (woman’s name), hide your breasts
Bettina, please get dressed
I click the mouse and lose reason
Get yourself out of your clothes, I just need one hand
I am the jury – you’ve danced lustfully
You’re the star, I’ve realized this right from the start
O God, o God, I look at your breasts
Yikes, if my wife knew this
You want some money for it
And I give you my last shirt
When the thoughts come
They won’t go away, won’t go away
They control myself and paralyze me
Paralyze me
I can’t help it, because I torment myself
Torment myself
I have to do it again and feel ashamed of myself
Feel ashamed of myself
I have taste
I know quite a lot about women
nicht einmal in ihre Augen schauen
Es ist so einfach,
ja manchmal glaub ich’s kaum
Mein ganzes Leben
ist wie ein völlig versauter Traum
I feel so unendingly manly
Everytime I see you
Preferably in a bikini or else topless
Now you lie there and you are so real, real, real
You come so close to me and I feel sick, sick, ...
Normally I am quite a guy
You wan’t me fully, I just want to get away, away …