Music :matthias jabs

Lyrics:herman rarebell



I saw this girl walking down the street

I thought, oh yeah, she looks rather neat

I grabbed my chance and played my usual game

I tell you man, it can be a strain



She didn't wanna know what i'd got to say

Just shook her head and looked the other way

And then she said, i've met your type before

For me you're all the same, you're such a bore



Oh no, don't make no promises

Oh no, your body can't keep



Next day, can you believe, she was at the show

She said, hey man, you're great and she took me home

She started to undress, what a shock to see

Padded bra, blonde wig, not much left for me



Oh no, don't make no promises

Oh no, your body can't keep



Oh no, don't make no promises

Oh no, your body can't keep



Oh no, don't make no promises

Oh no, your body can't keep



Oh no, don't make no promises

Oh no, your body can't keep


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