The next beep it is seven beers past three
With this party, there is something for everybody
I am out of practice but free (single) since yesterday evening
The one over there on the edge of the dancefloor, gorgeous and in exchange notorious
Oh boy, a girl like this is in fact to much for me today
She, she flies through the hall
Does not even ignore me
Doesnt she see me or is she playing with me
Somehow or other
This is a one woman show
Miss Universe sips demonstratively bored at a bottle of wine
And skillfully pretends, she couldnt care less about me
She turns around and thereby she seems slightly high
Is it coincidence or luck
For a split second, she glances at me
Oh, evil woman don’t you play your games with me
She, she flies through the hall ...
This is a one woman show
Somehow or other
One Woman Show
Dont make a fuss
Play with me-oh
Sh*t, now she actually sat down beside of me
What am I going to do now
My ego is melting in the haze of the dance floor
Damned, I have less clout