I
Sunrise shooting to my skin,
In the universe of dream,
Jast a child in your eyes,
Would be enemy? Enough.
Derty deeds on the your street,
Body, garbidge, Rubbish, greed.
Can you see me? I don t run!
Can you hate me? It is fun!
CHORUS:
I have no satisfaction,
From originaly thing,
it s my own suffocation,
i so sweetty , so pink.
I want be so bed, so rotten,
in my transparent short dress,
In the perfect city people,
Can i be more corruptes?
II
Like a Broadway insights stages,
In most pitiful nice place,
lipstick vulgarly on me?
Tell me it for cup of tea.
square humans Fat and sweaty ,
I am spit on them. I pretty,
Can you see me? I don t run!
Can you hate me? It is fun!
CHORUS:
I have no satisfaction,
From originaly thing,
it s my own suffocation,
i so sweetty , so pink.
I want be so bed, so rotten,
in my transparent short dress,
In the perfect city people,
Can i be more corruptes?
BRIDGE:
My old mather - poor women,
Where now scampish girl?
May in mortuary? on panel?
Little tears run and fall.
to the chest she want to strain,
home body, part of her,
Under sammer lighting rein,
that my choise what i prefer.
CHORUS:
I have no satisfaction,
From originaly thing,
it s my own suffocation,
i so sweetty , so pink.
I want be so bed, so rotten,
in my transparent short dress,
In the perfect city people,
Can i be more corruptes?