I want a trip to Mexico, with a pretty girl, who so alone but before that, I'll tell you about a western girl and and guy He drives his blue old Citroen, he is the next superman She never likes the countryside, she loves big cities - they are so full of
She said: What is the point of being shy you are not the modern kind of guy Why don't we try to celebrate? He looked at her and not concentrate He will go fishing with the lads again, she goes to parties with rich men She feels like submarine, my vegetable is aubergine
Will their lives meet again, nobody knows, we are just human He still drives his blue Citroen, he wants to be Kurt Cobain I wanted trip to Mexico, instead of this I went to Recorded songs with of mine, we drank a lot, it was really really fun
What is going through your head? I don't what you really want, can you the fact I am not sure what you say any more What is into your mind, you don't have to experiment with my it sounds obscene I know, but why don't you undress yourself and tell me the fuck is going on
Tell me baby where I went wrong, me something stupid I'll never want to know Tell me what I want to be, me everything you think about me
What is into your mind, I'm not going to spend my life thinking of what you want to me with your philosophical gibberish What is into your mind, I'm not going to spend my entire life thinking of what you want to tell me with your philosophical lies, tell me what's all about