Besedila: Berlin. Count Three And Pray. Sex Me, Talk Me.

Oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh

Back against the darkest wall
Knowing that it dare not fall
The mannequin is real

The hair across your empty eye
Says, "Careful mystery is mine"
Hide and seek if you desire

I started with hello
By chance are you alone
Silence turned my eyes onto my feet

Sorry to disturb, losing all my nerve
As I walked away he grabbed my arm
Turned me around and said, "Try this

Sex me, talk me, sex me, talk me
Sex me, talk me, sex me, talk me"

Whirling dervish, careless whirl
Dancing wildly for the girls
Challenged by the sudden change

Attention for a baby's cry
Turning eyes to he and I
A smile says the jokes on me

We sat down again
His eyes took me in
Was I having a good time, time, time

I said, "Hey Mr. Man, I don't understand"
A finger on my lips says, "Stop"
A hint is left but never dropped, try this

Sex me, talk me, sex me, talk me
Sex me, talk me, sex me, talk me

Driving home in silent car
I wonder just how much, how far
Every place the engine ran

"Would you like to come inside?" He flashed that smile
No thanks, there will be another time
And as I pulled away, try this

Sex me, talk me, sex me, talk me
Sex me, talk me, sex me, talk me
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