[To myself:]
Wandering the street with lots of girls
gathering around me with necks full of pearls
they try to push themselfs still closer to me
can I give 'em enough?
There's more of them than 3
I'd like to give you everything I can
but there's not and endless energy in this man
you all want my love but sometimes it's too much
I feel I can't take it and I'll lose the touch
Why to cry when I'm only one in the line
[To the girl:]
Why am I just sitting here watching you
you're like a walking disaster
I can see trough you
you think you're a star,
you think you're the queen...
but your mind is burning