Besedila: Ian Gillan. One Eye to Morocco. No Lotion for That.

She was a rude girl baby
With a bye bye notion of love
She gave no warning
Did a handbrake into my life

It's all too much for me

She said what's up
I said not much
We live, we die
You wanna stay in touch

She don't mean nothing to me
She set my spirit free
She's crawlin' up and down my back
And there ain't no lotion for that

We got no money
So what we gonna do tonight
I'm well passed caring
We'll be staring at the walls all night

It's all too much for a white boy

She said what's happenin'
I said what you got
She set me on fire, ha
The woman is hot

She don't mean nothing to me
She set my body free
She's crawlin' up and down my back
And there ain't no lotion for that

When it's time to leave
She has to have another dance
It's fair to assume she got
Termites loose in her pants

It's all too much pour moi

She said what's up
I said not much
We live, we die
You wanna stay in touch

She don't mean nothing to me
She set my spirit free
She's crawlin' up and down my back
And there ain't no lotion for that