We'll try the foxtrot.
I'll eat a mango.
You'll drink a straight scotch.
You know I told you,
You could be classy.
So why did you have to be so nasy?
Remember the curls
Of the Deutscher girls.
Lover of mine
From down the Rhine.
I'll fill your bath with
The finest champagne.
I'll lick your skin dry.
I cherish your name.
The stakes get higher
As you dress sparsely.
So why do you have to be so nasty?
Remember the curls
Of the Deutscher girls.
Lover of mine,
From down the Rhine.
I love your blonde hair.
I kiss your pigtails,
And I could not share
The scratch of your nails.
And though you mock me,
Your eyes so glassy.
Oh why did you have to be so nasty?
I said, remember the curls,
Of the Deutscher girls.
Lover of mine,
From down the Rhine.
Adam Ant