She always carries a plastic bag
Filled with latest organic food fad
She’s in love with the fifties and god’s name is Elvis
You don’t have a chance, she thinks while she dances

They are more women than Chinese
She thinks of him and you, you as well
She has it all and plenty of choice
You don’t have a chance, she thinks while she dances

You’re just a young man
With a gun in his pants
If you want to know heaven
You better know hell
You don’t have a chance, she thinks while she dances

Don’t act too much the serious guy
Before loosing your head and falling in love
Before being an idiot, before getting old
You don’t have a chance, she thinks while she dances
She thinks while she dances
She thinks while she dances