She´s thinking with her voice She´s got no choice She is out there for money She feels no sorrow My rock´n roll talk
Against her teenage talk A medley of small talk French talk Lovin´ you is not the right thing to do Lovin´ you is not the right thing to do
Her body, strong like a flower In the spring Mine so weak like an old crow Without wings Her eyes, bright and clear Mine, cold and weak Lovin´ you is not the right thing to do Lovin´ you is not the right thing to do
I am walking on eggs Please show me the way home My feet, my brain
Is not talking to me anymore I am stoned and cold I wanna go home I don´t wanna stay anymore
Lovin´ you is not the right thing to do Lovin´ you is not the right thing