Me I Funk

(الألبوم: What Do You Know, Deutschland? - 1986)

I'll call you thing
And place your face in stone
Upon the hill of stars
And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away

You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime

You dance with your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings that change the faces of man
You're a diamond-browed hag
You're a gutter gaunt gangster

You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You gotta look fine
Be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide

Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses
I call you thing and place your face in stone
Upon the hill of stars and gripped in the arms of
The changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away

You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime

You are my night
Put my dogs to fright
I wanna be your friend
I wanna call you
I wanna ball you
All night long
The city's shaking
I ain't faking, baby
This is the end
I'm overloaded
My head's exploded
I wanna get you and then
Come on, honey, let's press our luck
A little prayer for you to suck
Here comes mommy with her Tommy gun
Open wounds just make her croon
Double up on some margarine
Lick your baby, ain't we got fun?
Me I funk, but I don't care
I ain't no square with my cork screw hair

You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime

You talk about day
I'm talking about
You are my night
Put my dogs to fright
I wanna be your friend
I wanna call you
I wanna ball you
All night long
The city's shaking
I ain't faking, baby
This is the end
I'm overloaded
My head's exploded
I wanna get you and then
Come on, honey, let's press our luck
A little prayer for you to suck
Here comes mommy with her Tommy gun
Open wounds just make her croon
Double up on some margarine
Lick your baby, ain't we got fun?
Me I funk, but I don't care
I ain't no square with my cork screw hair

You are my night
Put my dogs to fright
I wanna be your friend
I wanna call you
I wanna ball you
All night long
The city's shaking
I ain't faking
This is the end
I'm overloaded
My head's exploded
I wanna get you and then
Come on, honey, let's press our luck
A little prayer for you to suck
Here comes mommy with her Tommy gun
Open wounds just make her croon
Double up on some margarine
Lick your baby, ain't we got fun?
Me I funk, but I don't care
I ain't no square with my cork screw hair