I don't want to clean the dishes anymore
I don't want to empty the bins anymore
To sort out the hotel's dirty linen
Burn my hands in bleach
Because I have a lover
Lover, Goddammit!
He's six feet tall
It's impressive, holy god!
All the world tells me that he's a rascal
But as I am a worthless girl
It bothers them that we love each other
But me, I love him, my good-for-nothing
I don't want to clean the dishes anymore
I don't want to empty the bins anymore
To sort out the hotel's dirty linen
Burn my hands in bleach
Because I have a lover
Lover, Goddammit!
He has something in the depths of his eyes
A funny thing that's quite serious
I have the feeling I'm climbing to the heavens
And I'm meeting the Good Lord
Then I speak to him about my lover
And he promises me we'll be happy
I don't want to clean the dishes anymore
I don't want to empty the bins anymore
To sort out the hotel's dirty linen
Burn my hands in bleach
Because I have a lover
Lover, Goddammit!
I don't want to clean out the cooking pots anymore
To serve at the table, carry the coal
What's the point of being a slob?
There's no point, dammit!
And then he has two brown eyes
And then I don't care
He's my demon
I don't want to clean the dishes anymore
I don't want to empty the bins anymore
I want to be called Miss
I'll cover myself with lace
For my lover
Lover, Goddammit!