Lyrics

Drop dead-permanently gorgeous In the mood to lose control Go leave me as my best friend, (but please) Stay out of sight I hunger for the next one-tonight Are you cleaned in your soul? Or is a victim the one who speaks the truth? What can you tell about a person with a gun? Come on, give up, give up! My little servant is just like a tattoo You cannot wash it off - you cannot seem to let it go Maybe it may be, that you need shelter Run for help, run for miles and find no one to blame! I cannot see you I cannot feel you I cannot sense the distance to you (at all)