Relax, my dear... honey lady...
I'm asking you: what is the fun?
Your cracked spirit's between "may be"
Here's every minute wants to run.
Nowhere to crawl. B't you are scrambling,
In loneliness guzzling your heart.
You have forgotten how to trust in,
And one again you're "spare part".
I'm asking you: what is the fun?
Smake in the face once more, again!
With bared arms, with charged gun,
By candy love fill up your brain...