Honey, take your lips of the gear
We¡¯ve got to slow down, the border¡¯s too near
Your crying makes me weak
Your constant dying is a mean mean streak
Your beauty ain¡¯t free
Slim waist-line, the hips of the year
You¡¯re far too fine to be criticized, my dear
Body body
Massage for the blind
You¡¯re the devil dressed as the queen of design
Your beauty ain¡¯t free
Do you know you¡¯ve got problems to solve
Loads, heavy loads
Or would you rather be eaten by wolves
Wolves in sheep clothes
I love you, but I¡¯m your enemy
You raise your army to terrorize me
And my white flag is blinding your handsome eyes
Can I ever stop waving
Waving goodbye