We were young girls, in a small world

Im on your doorstep man

Ringin your bell again, Ringing your bell again



Im sorry Gerti Rouge, all that you're through

Looking for love that never stabbed your heart

and probably never will

Its a lie when you are telling the truth

Its the truth when you are selling a lie

Spread your legs then get down on your knees

And pray it never happens again



Well here i am on your doorstep again

I let the winds of time pass through my life

Maybe theres an end

who the fuck protects you

who the fuck is going to resurrect you

It's a sorrowed truth, the truth is not a lie

Come on up baby

Don't go and burn in the fire