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Darling, I'm with St. Bernard'sAnd we're scouring the Alps and the AndesAnd if they die then it is on my headThey follow paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bedYou're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawningWe're proving to each other that romance is boringSure there are things I could do if I was half prepared toProve to each other that romance is boringStart as you mean to continue;Complacent and self-involvedYou're trying not to be nervousIf you were trying at allI will wake, I will bake phallic cakeTake your diffidence, make it my clubhouseBut my strength's within lies, ventricle cauterizedIt's the way of living that I espouseYou're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawningWe're proving to each other that romance is boringSure there are things I could do, if I was half prepared toProve to each other that romance is boringWe are two ships that pass in the nightYou and I, we are nothing alikeSongtexteI am a pleasure cruise, you are gone out to trawlReturn less nets, nothing at allYou're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawningWe're proving to each other that romance is boringSure there are things I could do, if I was half prepared toProve to each other that romance is boring Aus Songtexte Mania