She’s thinking with her voice
She’s got not choice
She is out here for my money
She feels no sorrow
My rock’n’roll talk
Against her teenage talk
A medley of small talk
French talk
Lovin’ you is not the right thing to do
Lovin’ you is not the right thing to do

Her body, strong like a flower
In the spring
Mine so weak like an old crow
Without wings
Her eyes, bright and clear
Mine, cold and weak
Lovin’ you is not the right thing to do
Lovin’ you is not the right thing to do

I am walking on eggs
Please show me the way home
My feet, my brain
Is not talking to me anymore
I am stoned and cold
I wanna go home
I don’t wanna stay here anymore

Lovin’ you is not the right thing to do
Lovin’ you is not the right thing to do