There's a globe under your feet
That drives you to travel around...
There's a globe under your feet
That drives you to travel around:
You roll from one end to the other
On the roulette of temptation.
You roll from one end to the other,
For there's always someone to take advantage of!
With your tinkering fingers,
You put a price on beauty...
With your tinkering fingers,
You put a price on that beauty
Which is a gift of nature,
And yet you're selling yourself:
A grace from mother nature...
You should be grateful for it!
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Oh, how great my sorrow
For I cannot touch you!
Ah, such a dilemma
For you're only a pleasure to be seen!
Oh, how great my sorrow,
For I cannot reach you:
It's such a pity you don't know how to give (love)...
Ah, it's such a pity you're a hustler!
You load your glances with suggestiveness
And your smile with certainties...
You load your glances with suggestiveness
And your smile with certainties.
Your body is an island
To where I wish I could escape:
An ambush, a prison, a trap
In which I wish I could fall!
There's a globe under your feet,
Your cold head is scheming...
There's a globe under your feet,
Your cold head is scheming:
It's such a pity you're the way you are!
It's a dangerous way to be...
It's such a pity I know how you are!
I'd like so much to fall into perdition...
[Chorus:]
Oh, how great my sorrow
For I cannot touch you!
Ah, such a dilemma
For you're only a pleasure to be seen!
Oh, how great my sorrow,
For I cannot reach you:
It's such a pity you don't know how to give (love)...
Ah, it's such a pity you're a hustler!
You won't get out of my sight...
It's such a pity you're a hustler!