She's thinking with her voice
 She's got no choice
 She is out there for 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 anymore
Lovin' you is not the right thing to do
 Lovin' you is not the right thing