I get close to you and there’s no perfume alike
Can’t wait to feel you also after an exercise bike
You brainwashed me very much like the guy
Who was in charge of the entire Third Reich
Your lips approach mine and I am kind of hypnotized
At least that’s what I feel like inside my mind
You go away and it is like a hunger strike
Should I send you a love letter?
Or would you rather a night ladder?
Come on leave here your sweater
You’re most welcomed in my shelter
So close your eyes and take a leek
Let’s not play hide and seek because for you
I would twist my ankle every week
And no it is not like that
I am not a freak
But I look at you and my eyes go oblique
Call me romantic or just antique
This I cannot change and it is not a technique
You carry me up and down the mountain peak
And say my handicap darling then you wink
And I think about you and me and Mozambique
Wait let me explain I tell you again
I am not a freak it’s only that my parents taught me very well
Not to talk about sex and not to express
So I think I will just name all the countries instead
Or I think I better name all the countries in bed