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Mmmm... Good evening Well this house looks like a bordello And your mind it looks like a garage And your garter looks like nothing And you blew it, blew it large, yeah Don't give me no trouble Don't give me no strife I'm tired of these shadows keep following me All my _kin' life And your mind looks like a bordello And your treehouse looks like a suite I'm looking up to the silver stars And I'm looking down at your feet Don't tell me no lies, baby I know just where you've been Walking around St. Petersburg singing a hymn Walking around St. Petersburg singing a hymn, like this Please God help me out of this mess Please God help me out of this mess Fifteen long days and I need to confess Songtexte Mind looks like a bordello This bordello looks like a shop I'm skipping all over the silver streets And when I run I stop Do you hear me now? Ahh, yeah One for the crooked grocer Two for his stupid wife Three for the dark that bit me Five, yeah Ah, don't give me no trouble Don't give me no lip I'm gonna get a replacement Because I'm so hip Now listen... Your mind looks like a bordello Mmmm, yeah Now you remember that time We were walking down Cleveland Street, yeah Huh! Mmmm, I saw the way you're looking at the men passing by 'Cause your mind is a bordello, baby And I'm a nasty fellow, baby And I was all turning yellow, baby I said 'Hello baby!' Ahh, don't give me no trouble Please don't give me no lip I know you've got a martini I just want a little sip Before I jump off of this ship ??? [3:19] Your mind looks like a bordello Your head looks like a tree I look like you, baby But you don't look like me, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Ahh, sweet angel Can't you numb anymore Home time, hey hey I'm sliding under your door With the midnight ghosts With my claws of steel.... Aus Songtexte Mania