I don't know how to give you my heart
without any obligations, that's my right
there's a key to the room in my pocket
number 23, that's the place where I'll
show you my rights
A few minutes would be enough
and then dissapear on your own road
don't ask anything else from me
we're only connected by skin
A few minutes would be enough
It doesn't damage my conscience
if I have given you my body
I didn't promise you my surname
You're looking at me differently
but your little heart has seduced your brain
cause you would, I know, (want) a long relationship now
but look closer/better, I'm not that (kind of) guy
I belong to myself