Dörte

She was born in a cross-legged position
Lacking endurance and quickness
I believe she's still sitting there
In the appendix of society
Her name was Dörte Becker
And that's how she looked
She was a ironing board
A plain Jane
She studied German literature
To become a teacher in Berlin
Does the German language deserve that?
How do I look, do you like me?
Please, please tell me
Do you love me, that was the question she asked
And I said
Dörte -
Dörte
Hmm you're the way out of the fun society
You're the way out of the fun society
When I look at you, when I look at you
faster
How do I look, do you like me?
Please, please tell me
Do you love me, that was the question she asked
And I said
Labskaus is a fish dish
The chef knows the ingredients, the consumer doesn't
True beauty comes from within, you can start anytime
Dörte -
Dörte
Uh you're the way out of the fun society
You're the way out of the fun society
When I look at you, when I look at you, when I look at you
I look at you and I know where to go Shalalalalalalabanga, shalalalalabalabanga my Cesna is in the hangar I wish for undisturbed goals without ...