They tried to put me on the bicycle They tried to hook me to the wild electric chair And it was groovy The papa's writing on a book He's got a master plan He stole the phrases from the mad delirium crush, crush And I was groovy Sing a song, aha When you cry In spite of all the currencies of suffering Honey, we were nothing but a love affair Yeah, you were nothing but a love affair to me You gave me nothing Nothing None! A woman is a crime She's the rhythm of a rhyme An expression of a cold I can smolder anytime There's a guide Sneaking behind her shoulders She's a girl, aha And he's a boy And I know the game they're playing 'Cause they're dumb, Transparent and incapable of stopping me A bitch-slap on the side When she was drinking Too tall out of proportions She promised to be small I only wanted a real good time I only wanted to make her go Mmm-Ooooh Be careful with the gun Whaaa-aaah Out of my forehead I think you'd better run ... ... ... . Margarita Margarita ...ations My body is in the air My face is pretty ugly I see it everywhere My-my-my mind is separated For better and for worse It's living in my stomach I'm a lipstick in a purse! God, I'm afraid I feel like somebody's watching me Or you Or him It's a song, aha When you cry In spite of all the currencies of suffering It's a song, aha When you cry In spite of all the currencies of suffering So come home from the ceiling and cry They tried to put me on the bicycle