Songtext:
"What a spoiled boy I've been Klebefolien Langenfeld My mouth full, mess, my arms outstreched I've got palm sweat, I'm smiling like I'm Competition Well, maybe I'm yours"
She said, "I know you, you're a salesman's son And you're pimping pretty junk" And I said, "What am I supposed to do They've built the scenes around you And I need more than this" And she said, "what am I supposed to do Look at what's been come of you And I need more than this"
"Go on then, hitch me up, baby, If what I am is not enough Because I do love the glow you get When you're told word for word How to think for yourself
