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There's a movie on the TV about a city of lost childrenThey're speaking all in Spanish, but I don't give a care'Cause we are going at it, hot and heavyThe bed is just a mattress on the floor, so we are low downThe dog is real excitable, she don't seem to like thisSo I'm waiting for the bite upon my backsideI'm waiting for the bite upon my backsideAnd earlier she told me flat out she would not kiss me, and now here we areAnd I was just beginning to think she was all talk, until she turned out the lightAnd oh, how hungrilyOh, how desperately she looks at meNext time I go over there's some condoms in the garbagewith a letter from her father and she's naked on the bedAnd loneliness is just the path we walkWhy then did I tell her I never see my motherand for many years my father has been deadWhy then do I call her when I really do not want hershe notices I rearranged my bedAnd oh, how hungrilyOh, how desperately she looks at me Aus Songtexte Mania