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Now, let's talk about the time I had this morticiachair in my apartment right there in front of the living room As an open invitation to strangers. (a cold machine might show) Smiling like a face waiting for a telephone call of a beloved feline She is in a state and it's California she's been there for quite a while I've got no presents (x2) Now, let's talk about the time I had this morticiachair in my apartment right there in front of the living room As an open invitation to strangers. (a cold machine might show) Smiling like a face waiting for a telephone call of a beloved feline She is in a state and it's California she's been there for quite a while SongtexteI've got no presents (x2) Drop the phone take the plane and come back home again (x5) She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x2) By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade oh nostalgia Lost myself in so many ways I didn't know what to think of him Ah, maybe I think too much, I don't think so Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears It's only a variation Had long and boring conversations about nothing Talked so much I bored myself to death And the more I talked, the more I turned into a vegetable God I'm such a fool She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4) I'll behave won't you shame me I'm into deep, won't you shame me (x2) Taste of orange orange Little Christ I'm in her bath-tub, consulted Consulted (x3) She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4) I'll behave won't you shame me I'm into deep, won't you shame me (x4) Information ! Information ! I'm bored ! Bored ! Information ! Turn ! Drop the phone take the plane and come back home again (x5) She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x2) By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade oh nostalgia Lost myself in so many ways I didn't know what to think of him Ah, maybe I think too much, I don't think so Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears It's only a variation Had long and boring conversations about nothing Talked so much I bored myself to death And the more I talked, the more I turned into a vegetable God I'm such a fool She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4) I'll behave won't you shame me I'm into deep, won't you shame me (x2) Taste of orange orange Little Christ I'm in her bath-tub, consulted Consulted (x3) She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4) I'll behave won't you shame me I'm into deep, won't you shame me (x4) Information ! Information ! I'm bored ! Bored ! Information ! Turn ! Aus Songtexte Mania