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When your mouth is as big as the Rolling Stones And your self-control, relative unknown And you can cut holes into everyone Or you can just shoot hoops through the summer sun I know you paid for the room with a view But got one that pointed at you So when you skip to the front of the queue You can tell them that this one's for you Yeah, tell them that this one's for you I know people think your mind is a ski resort But the art of deception is a contact sport So if you wanna make amends then you make a list You don't draw blanks on the back of your fist In the restaurant at the top of an ivory tower Where the ropes stop turning just to save our power But if you ask her politely you know That I can't get my knife up at first Then the world might revolve around her's Yeah, the world should revolve around her's And if there's no reservation for two But the hostess is someone you knew Then skip to the front of the queue SongtexteAnd tell them that this one's for you Go tell them that this one's for you But when I float to the top I tried a lucky guess But I only go fishing for negative press Cause I've been to the bottom and the bottom is free But the easy way out ain't tailor-made And I've been to the bottom with you But we just do what we want to do So let's skip to the front of the queue And tell them that this one's for you We'll tell them that this one's for you Aus Songtexte Mania