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