Seven hours
Running through the town
Seven hours
My legs aren't giving anymore
Seven hours
I'm starting to go back
Seven hours
I'm going to go back to see
And I don't know how long
I've been searching this moment
Thinking slowly and gently
About each movement
Nostalgia mingled with
Blood that drops
And rises at the same time
To flood my desire
I can't do a thing
My thoughts are stuck
Trapped by nerves
I can't anymore
The reserves have run out
I'm left without patience
Each minute drags on forever
And still there's...
Seven hours
Running through the town
Seven hours
My legs aren't giving anymore
Seven hours
I'm starting to go back
Seven hours
I'm going to go back to see
I've checked the bus ticket
Fifteen times
And made sure that my legs
Are deluxe waxed
I get up
I sit down
I concentrate
I get distracted
I check my watch every minute
I'm out
Boy how hard I work
Since I'm not pressed for time
I won't end up
A mess in a suitcase
Panties and blouses
Dyes and cocoa
And in a little while I'll be nibbling you (???)