They're wearing high heels and only one thing in mind:
Going da-da-dancing on Saturday night.
Blush on their cheeks, a clip in their hair,
locks to twist up.
Standing there with a blow-dried hairdo
on rolling shoes going to suck on ice cream.
They're cute like candy, like raspberry ice cream,
simply irresistible.
If they keep looking like this any longer,
hearts will fly out of their eyes.
When sugar dolls move their shoulderblade cheekily
you have to seize the opportunity or leave.
With a red pettycoat and the flutter of their eyelashes,
you can't resist this de-de-devil's work.
I say 'Baby, you make me crazy'
I say 'Baby, don't you love me so?'
When the retro look meets a Dirndl*
it calls for li-li-lipstick as sweet as sugar.
It's the eyeshadow glance
that enchants men.
Dots on a dress are fancy.
She said to me, as she walked by:
'May I request or would you like to
go da-da-dancing, go da-da-dancing?
The way it used to be,
Rock 'n Roll on the parquet.'
If they keep looking like this any longer,
hearts will fly out of their eyes
When sugar dolls move their shoulderblade cheekily
you have to seize the opportunity them or leave.
With a red pettycoat and the flutter of their eyelashes ,
you can't resist this de-de-devil's work.
I say 'Baby, you make me crazy'
I say 'Baby, don't you love me so?'
When sugar dolls move their shoulderblade cheekily
you have to seize the opportunity them or leave.
With a red pettycoat and the flutter of their eyelashes ,
you can't resist this de-de-devil's work.
I say 'Baby, you make me crazy'
I say 'Baby, don't you love me so?'
Don't you love me so?
Don't you love me so?