I often walk
My heart on a leash
Otherwise it's while running
That my heart leaves me
So I play pretend, skilled,
To be a dressed up beauty
Like your prince
I smile at fatality
That's where I think about
The one that lasts
When I seize the leaping beauty, overwrought
When I wipe off the drops from her forehead, I boil
I tell myself it might be her
My wife, my damsel
My heart races, like the trusty
Motor of my diesel
So I think about
The one that lasts
The one who, half naked,
In less than two minutes
Already shows her ass
He calls her a... Hush!
So I think of
The one that lasts
About the one that...