i hear you swearing and talking to your mobile phone

you're never dancing, you're on stage - go home

and again you think that you're better than you are
and again you have that smile on your face
and around and around repeating your daily way
again - you're lying again

i could make you happy, i could be your friend
but one day you'll drop, it's the end

you're a man kissing my god
you're a man fearing dark
black haired man, man like mice
and you know you need advice
give me your hand, i'll cut it away
so many things to say
about your way, about your life,
you behave like you own everything

but one day you'll be gone and i will be a happy girl

one day this playground will shine without you

i'll be waiting for the day and hope you're gone soon