Things are going fucking well
You ask me why I'm angry
And curse at pigeons from the window
(Eek, that's how cookie crumbles)
I've got a tiny secret for you
A naked man is a completely new thing for me
(What is that? No, I won't smell it... Seriously!)
Won't we throw away all the pants and shirts
Let's take a flight
Show me where your tan lines are
Draw them on the map
Things are going fucking well
My family was super conservative
They denied me sex education
I often wondered where to do it
I'll probably choose either a train or a plane
Won't we throw away all the pants and shirts
Let's take a flight
Show me where your tan lines are
Draw them on the map
Let's pour wine, let's hold onto each other
Let's fly towards the birds in the sky
Let's pour wine
Won't we throw away all the pants and shirts
Let's take a flight
Show me where your tan lines are
Draw them on the map