Nothing more wonderful than a Virgin
Until you unlock her
Making her available for the community
Destroying her immunity
Now she knows what she’s been missing
Now she wants a little more than just kissing
Now she can’t resist
The thoughts of a man’s body
Close to hers
Now she goes around with a condom in her purse
Virgin
Final Hour
I don’t wanna think about it
Horrible moments
Had to look into the eyes
Of the love of my life
And leave her
The final hour
Tossed out my heart on wet asphalt
Looking back against the room where I left her crying
Looking back against the red house
A house I never again can enter
I had to do this
Did I make the right decision?
Looking back again
Seeing her
Sneaking behind me with small steps
Wet from the rain
Wet from her eyes
Coming against me
I can’t resist
Grabbing her
Holding her
Squeezing her like one of us is dieing
Leaving forever
Looking at her from the bus window
Stone cold
Stone dead
My heart is rotting somewhere on the ground
Will I regret?
That’s what I didn’t know
Kling Kling Clatch, Kling Bruuzz
Elementals of vibration
Hand in hand with catchy poetic lyrics
A magnificent combination that touches your nerves
On exactly the right spot in exactly the right time
Making moving to the rhythm impossible
To resist
Having ants in your pants
Ants made of elementals
The Kling Kling Clatch
Glued together with the Kling Bruuzz
Increasing the blood circulation in the chapel of emotions
Damped glowing eye distractions
Hitting skins in motion to the frictions
Embraced by vibes
Lost in transition and overtaken by sweet chills
Flying over tropical hills
Non stopping movement like windmills
Around around to the magic of sound