Well, there's that sparkle in your eyes
as if you had drunk a bit to much
doesn't it fit you like a glove?
I see you climbing up the roof
just for the fun of getting nue.
bikini strips glow in the sun
stars don't know their names.
we wake and they're still there.
Well there's a riddle in your hair,
a bit of you spread everywhere.
no use in asking, got to guess.
I am not getting carried away,
i know no words to tell the tale
out over the hills a giant sleeps
(sweet and elastic,
you look fantastic.
If there's a way
there must be your way
you keep in mind.
If there's a land,
there must be your land
the land of german dancing, russian plastic.