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I lost my teeth on the edge of a glassIt is fun while it lasts, and it lasts and it lastsI am drunk on style and inherited classI am queen at the bar I am kept for the farceAnd the water laps at the harbour sideAnd these salon walls are petrifiedAnd we're drunk on style and inherited classAnd the salon walls were built to lastSo sit with me and we'll raise a glass to EuropeI fix my eye on the turn of the vialI can trace your life with a sneer and a sighI am antique lace and a - glassI am grey haired chests and push up brasAnd the water laps at the harbour sideAnd these cafe walls are petrifiedWe are antique lace and a - glassAnd these cafe walls were built to lastSo sit with me and we'll raise a glass to EuropeI can write my name in my father's handI can see your souls I can understandI can dress myself I can see you passI can lick my lips I can slap your arseAnd the water laps at the harbour sideAnd these hatreds are petrifiedSongtexteWe can dress ourselves we can see you passAnd these hatreds were built to lastSo sit with me and we'll raise a glass to EuropeAnd the water laps at the harbour sideOur royal dance is codifiedWe are all traversed in suicidesWe are condoms washed on the harbour side So sit with me and we'll toast the bride of Europe... Aus Songtexte Mania