Gangsters of love die thousands of deaths,
gangsters of love.
Gangsters of love are out of mode,
gangsters of love.
Pub island,
it's 4am,
curfew howling,
nothing's possible anymore. [from French]
Too much Bourbon,
I feel like I'm dying,
I feel so blue,
from head to shoe-oe.
Prepared for girls,
none of them here - not noble at all.
Chorus:
Lonelyness, lonelyness, lonelyness, lonelyness,
lonelyness, lonelyness.
The door opens,
all heads towards the right,
a glimmer of hope, ah,
female-sexed.
Fatal woman, [from French]
at once
excitement at the bar.
Oh, damned,
oh so wicked,
comin' towards me,
says: "You,
are you booked already?"
Chorus (alternated):
Twosomeness, twosomeness, twosomeness, twosomeness, twosomeness, twosomeness.
Then in her arms,
some kind of hotel,
she knows no mercy,
criminal love.
I look into your eyes, baby,
fine, let's play it again.
Then it makes "boom",
my whiskey glass drops.
"We do the cleaning now!"
waiter says,
[yawn] it was just a dream.
Chorus (2x)
Lonelyness ...