With their cardboard hands by their sides, Here's a naked man and lady And they're yours to cut out and keep So you can dress them up maybe They don't know just who they are, or who they're supposed to be You can make them happy or sad Or assume their identity So here they are in the departure lounge It's the 'gateway to the east' She is just another mail-order bride She doesn't know he's a kinky beast So he gives her a picture of maradona and child She wants to 'roll and rock' As he spills his beer over her, bumps and he Grinds, as he repeats 'bang-cock' Chorus: There must be something that is better than this It starts with a slap and ends up with a kiss Begins with you bawling and it ends up in tears Oh my little one, take that chewing gum out of your ears She might as well be in the jungle She might as well be on the moon He's away on a business trip, in dusseldorf, but she's becoming immune To the lack of glamour and danger in a west-german city today The nearest she comes to the 'dynasty' he promised her Is a chinese takeaway Chorus Though he only taught her three little words, it Doesn't matter if they're dirty or clean He can only control what they look like He can never possess what they mean Now he wants to whisper in her ear All the shrinking nothingness But something always comes between them, I wonder if you can guess Chorus
With their cardboard hands by their sides, Here's a naked man and lady And they're yours to cut out and keep So you can dress them up maybe They don't know just who they are, or who they're supposed to be You can make them happy or sad Or assume their identity So here they are in the departure lounge It's the 'gateway to the east' She is just another mail-order bride She doesn't know he's a kinky beast So he gives her a picture of maradona and child She wants to 'roll and rock' As he spills his beer over her, bumps and he Grinds, as he repeats 'bang-cock' Chorus: There must be something that is better than this It starts with a slap and ends up with a kiss Begins with you bawling and it ends up in tears Oh my little one, take that chewing gum out of your ears She might as well be in the jungle She might as well be on the moon He's away on a business trip, in dusseldorf, but she's becoming immune To the lack of glamour and danger in a west-german city today The nearest she comes to the 'dynasty' he promised her Is a chinese takeaway Chorus Though he only taught her three little words, it Doesn't matter if they're dirty or clean He can only control what they look like He can never possess what they mean Now he wants to whisper in her ear All the shrinking nothingness But something always comes between them, I wonder if you can guess Chorus
