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    1. mavihuber on

      Lyrics:
      I’ve had enough of this jinxed single life,
      Which flame should I feed, which edge of the knife?
      Do what it takes—go ask for the boy,
      Dash to his mother without being coy.

      He should come to me, savor my zest;
      What’s he want with that prim little doll at best?
      Whispers the devil: “Now pounce—don’t delay,
      Loose the bird, let it fly to his bay.”

      Lie by my side, pull me into your spin,
      To the mint of the gum that you’re chewing me in;
      Whispers the devil: “Now pounce—don’t delay,
      Loose the bird, let it fly to his bay.”

      If they so wish, let them flay me, I swear;
      Lay us as one on a single pillow there.
      Find me in tatters, ruined, undone—
      Crucify me, still I won’t run.
      You and I fitted in one same shirt,
      No more suspense to dangle and flirt.
      Black, mad love—no turning back;
      Let them set me up and rain down flak.

      I’ve had enough of this jinxed single life,
      Which flame should I feed, which edge of the knife?
      Do what it takes—go ask for the boy,
      Dash to his mother without being coy.

      He should come to me, savor my zest;
      What’s he want with that prim little doll at best?
      Whispers the devil: “Now pounce—don’t delay,
      Loose the bird, let it fly to his bay.”

      If they so wish, let them flay me, I swear;
      Lay us as one on a single pillow there.
      Find me in tatters, ruined, undone—
      Crucify me, still I won’t run.

      If they so wish, let them flay me, I swear;
      Lay us as one on a single pillow there.
      Find me in tatters, ruined, undone—
      Crucify me, still I won’t run.
      You and I fitted in one same shirt,
      No more suspense to dangle and flirt.
      Black, mad love—no turning back;
      Let them set me up and rain down flak.

      If they so wish, let them flay me, I swear;
      Lay us as one on a single pillow there.
      Find me in tatters, ruined, undone—
      Crucify me, still I won’t run.
      You and I fitted in one same shirt,
      No more suspense to dangle and flirt.
      Black, mad love—no turning back;
      Let them set me up and rain down flak.

    2. That is one catchy tune! I saw he is playing in the Netherlands soon.

    3. Fabulous-Yellow8331 on

      Is that supposed to be some sort of surprising news? Typical turkish behaviour

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