dragstrip lover on lsd
nitro nicotine dancing queen
a million hands drenched in sin
touch the girl they cannot win
xxx and no escape
perform a simulated rape
is she trapped or is she proud
from this prison no way out
captured by a million hands
lose the pasties! lose the pants!
she's been painting black and white
herself beaten, gagged and tied
does she know that people know
that a million hands can touch and go
breakfast in brussels
dinner in berlin
supper in new york
in the holiday inn
breakfast in atlanta
dinner in L.A.
sleep in toronto
until the next day
breakfast in montreal
dinner in rome
supper in brussels
glad to be back home
i'm told she's back
back from rome
back from the dungeons
of the hippodrome
i'm told she's back
back from rome
back to the voyeurs
surrounding her dome
is she happy
is she alone
i'd better not be hanging
on the telephone
is she happy
is she afraid
should i call her now
or should i wait
i know she's back
back from rome
back to the nightmare
of the videodrome
i know she's back
back from rome
will she ever find
her way back home
you kick his butt
he calls you names
when you look back
it's not the same
just carry on
and lose your way
in the pantheon
of saturday
he's getting tired
you feel the same
where is the fire
in this ancient game
and when you dance
your pain away
there's still a chance
for a better day
he's just a fool
trying to steal
your face of cool
from emma peel
be who you are
act as you feel
you are the star
you're emma peel
i'm afraid to lose her
the day she comes too near
so hard not to choose her
but our friendship is too dear
she has become my best friend
she's got my secrets in her vault
the twinkling in my left hand
warms me up when i am cold
she can't even realize
she's passion on two feet
i see tragic in her eyes
but also burning heat
she's cute and she's so funny
still innocent and sweet
i wish her luck and money
everything that she may need
i am a few years older
but age don't really count
if she needs a shoulder
she knows where i can be found
i don't want to lose her
one day she'll go away
am i a winner or a loser
no it's just another day
a spanish death for dali's son
in the midst of grief
a movie maker, heartbreaker
master of disbelief
he's the boss of the s.s.
crawling at his feet
am i the only one who sees
the lies and the deceit
if passion is the word for battle
then love must be like war
and he would be a sergeant
while i should be counting my stars
there ain't no medal of honour
for the s.s. bitch
humiliated and pushed aside
far away from kitsch
dream on, son of dali
your trophy will be gone
as soon as you'll lose the war
the lady will know fun
she don�t like reggae
she don�t like dub
but she sure likes guitars
in the rock �n� roll club
and no rocksteady
nor Jamaican ska
but she�s hard to handle
when she hears the chachacha
she�s not as wild
as she appears
but she wants to be accepted
by drinking lots of beer
she�s young and pretty
more than tits and ass
she�s more than that
she�s got class
she�s not a girl anymore
but not yet a woman
i know I almost tasted her
i know she had it comin�
not yet a woman
but somewhere inbetween
that girl has reached
the age of seventeen
i met that girl in the south pacific
on an island called tahuata
her black hair and her golden skin
cast reflections on the water
sweet as a daiquiri
i know it's kind of eerie
she could have been the pharaoh's daughter
but that's not what she is
she's the polynesian tiki queen
i met tht girl in the south pacific
in a local tiki tiki bar
wanton lips on neverending legs
were so close and yet so far
not even seventeen
the hottest girl i've ever seen
she could have been a caribbean star
but that's not what she is
she's the polynesian tiki queen
i met that girl in the south pacific
on a sandy beach in the morning light
one year later her lips were mine
it felt ok it felt alright
a lethal tiki kiss
from my mojito miss
she could have been my girl that night
but that's not what she is
she's the polynesian tiki queen
i see her when i wake up
and when i go to bed
even in my dreams she's there
my private internet
i hear her on the radio
in each and every song
sometimes it is a whisper
and sometimes it is too strong
no matter how hard i try
i can't get her out of my mind
can't get her out of my mind
can't get her out of my mind
i really can't get her out of my mind
i smell her in the garden
lavender and thyme
no matter if i have a cold
i smell her all the time
no matter how hard i try
i can't get her out of my mind
can't get her out of my mind
can't get her out of my mind
i really can't get her out of my mind
but still i cannot touch her
although she's very close
always out of reach
oh yes she's one of those
why is she stealing every second of the dreams i used to have
i can only dream of her; it makes me sad i cannot laugh
every day i wake up messed up 'cause again she's on my mind
like i'm the only boy around the only boy that she could find
please go away
dream stalker
go away
and stay away
each night i used to have a different dream a different fantasy
a thousand girls have passed my bed and that is what i want to see
whatever happened to the other girls and where was she back then
and where is she now? she's not around. she plays with other men
please go away
dream stalker
go away
and stay away
i never
thought i could enjoy so much
the presence of girls i cannot touch
it's like i'm a girl myself
hiding in my shyness shell
why should a date be complicated
i think it's way too overrated
just friends with friends
is it fake? oh, it depends
on how close you need to get
without the urge to share a bed
i never
thought i could have fun in life
without children without a wife
it's like i'm a kid again
half a boy and half a man
that is all i have to offer
there's nothing left to be discovered
so what if i'm so easy to read
you realize you can't compete
you'll keep on lying in an empty bed
as you always want what you can't get