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Mona gave up taking picturesShe lost her left arm and married Carl.In eight hours of sleepAnd eight hours of workAnd eight hours of leisure time of remedyThree months of pregnancy...It takes seven minutes to prepare the coffeeAnd four and a half to eat a slice of bread.And she always dreamed of a white weddingBut she lost her left arm and married Carl.She married Carl.Sometimes she wears this fancy jacketAnd her mother calls her twice a week.And she so wishes sex with her white-clad dentistBut she's just colouring her horoscopes with needs.With needs.Shaving leg sundays, friday night tearsIn a everyday make-up All day long round the years.Worn out smalltalks In a racked up pain.Pine away, Mona,In your single-tracked train.SongtexteMona stopped singing memorized melodies.And she lost her faith in those credit card companies.Sometimes she gives Carl headIt's better than just rest in bed.She says.She says.It's a common way of life Loosing one arm and becoming somebody's wife.It's a common way of lifeLoosing one arm and becoming somebody's wifeBetween shaving leg sundays and friday night tearsAll day long round the years.But her secret pleasuresAre her monthly sended lettersTo defenseless two-handed strangers.Destiny seldom come painless.One Hand Mona's resolutions -Tiny bloody executions,Little letter bomb explosions.It's all in Mona's hand.Rise and shine Mona!Rise and shine on them all!Let the world know who's really to blame for your amputating war.Well the bird in Mona's hand is better than the duck which flies above.So the thing in which Mona believes is not what we used to call love.If she could she would make herself quite happyBut what a pity she lost her left arm and married Carl.Rise and shine Mona!Rise and shine on them all!Let the world know who's really to blame for your amputating war.And stop counting hours of agonyAnd stop suffering with dignityJust send out fateful lettersAnd execute them all!Them all.Let the world know MonaWho is really insecure.Rise and shine Mona!Rise and shine on them all!Let the world know who's really to blame for your amputating war.And stop counting hours of agonyAnd stop suffering with dignity Just send our faithful lettersAnd execute them all!Them all.Be wary of your mailboxes, men!Ticktock-ticking Mona might strike again.She doesn't want to harm your wifeBut you might have to start with one hand lessA brand new life. Aus Songtexte Mania