Though sometimes it looked destructive, the way goin’ up the hill, it sure
was most fantastic, it was the mighty dream.
Baby, if I could tell you something with all the juice runnin’ down your face:
Baby, I work here, fill your mouth, feel like I’m a-leavin’ all the old towns.
“Help me! Help me!”, she cried. “Help me! Help me!”, she sighed.
Hey, train’s pullin’ out, inside it is warm. She’s the finest lady you can talk
about.
When she asks for service she won’t accept ‘No’. Valentine’s day and hours
of kissin’ and heavy pettin’. Time to help her out.
“Help me! Help me!”, she cried. “Help me! Help me!”, she sighed.
She fancies herself as a bodyguard not keepin’ quiet ‘bout what she wants.
She is talkin’ dirty while she gets it done.
She goes out with me tonight with her high heels on. “Baby, I love that”,
she says, bending down, turnin’ her water on.
“Help me! Help me!”, she cried. “Help me! Help me!”, she sighed.
When I come it puts a smile on her face. She loves being played to feel great
and it’s a fantastic dirty weekend with her.
It’s always gettin’ harder with every date, she’s really proud of her
technique. She’s not shy with a guy, she’s the head girl, brings it off at
once, has the mixing tongue, yea, the mixing tongue.
“Help me! Help me!”, she cried. “Help me! Help me!”, she sighed.
It was at that point that the phone rang. Her voice said to him with the gentle
wind: “It’s Babyfest in town with you in my dream.”
Listen to me talkin’, take it anyway you want. It has to be slowly, let the
volleyballs all bounce. Don’t keep the girl waitin’.
Lyrics & Music by Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany