She may be lonely mentally
But physically she flies
Even though it’s primitive
To form one night lasting binds
Flying from one bed to another
All the time she’ll seek
Somebody to blow her cover
Someone real to keep
Day before she went out dancing
Morning finds her crawling home
A sweet tall body that she fancied
For a night was all her own
When all was over she got paid
Wanted love but just got laid
He was nice, yet she could see
„Outside bed he’s not for me”
She’ll never dare to ask for more
She never shall admit
Into pieces she is torn
Pieces that wont fit
(no more)
