every night at 12.30
I meet her in the small bar
she buys me a drink
& softly strokes my hair
her eyes look greedily (at me)
& then it becomes clear to me again
she always only wants that one thing
my hips, my lips
my long, long legs
she drags me into a taxi
takes me home with her
& then on the flokati (rug)
she slowly undresses me
she kisses me in the middle of the face
& I go hot & cold
& now she turns off the red light
& again I feel the force
she always always always wants
only all all my body
she doesn't want my soul
always always always
und das ist das was mir so langsam
das Herz bricht.
body, body, body, sex
she always only wants that one thing
meine Hüften, meine Lippen,
so why do I prefer to have
such a sad face
because she always only wants my body