“Fancy a shag?”
“I know your smooth talkin’,” said the Alien Lady.
I followed the star attraction.
It’s all: ‘Please, Sir,” anyway.
After passing the melon stand
and slapping it between massive thingies
I entered the pretty room,
bringing my friends around.
She said: “I like two guys
at once.” I said:
“Let’s rehearse. Dance again.
That makes it all grow.”
“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked,
draggin’ her through the crush of bodies.
There were noises comin’ from the street.
She wouldn’t give a damn.
Hot discharge.
Made it back to her flat.
Stripped each other. She fell to her knees.
Tried to drink as much as she could.
It was intense.
“I know your smooth talkin’,” said the Alien Lady again
and I followed the star attraction.
She was against the wall.
Nothing’s wilder
than watchin’ her perform.
Some girls are up for anything.
Guess what they might want.
After passing the melon stand
and slapping it between massive thingies
I entered the pretty room,
bringing my friends around.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany