Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Heul Doch!

One, two, three
Thousand kilometers without air or light
I’m holding hands with Mephisto, because Mephisto, he’s keeping his mouth shut
My pheromones seem to achieve their effect
I see you peeking at me through their hand

You stuck whatever your skull’s stretching itself out for, into the fire
Cry me a river!
Your mouth is seething with regret, your loyalty breaks again
Cry me a river!

One, two, three
Thousand dead hours, but time’s not healing any wounds
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want
Cry me a river!

One, two, three
Thousand strange glances flash hard and fast
The sun only seems half as bright in the strobe light
Your interest in me drowns in hormonal floods
You’re lusting after what you don’t have, and you should bleed for that

My skirt is my weapon – the shorter, the better
Cry me a river!
Your mouth is seething with regret, your loyalty breaks again
Cry me a river!

A thousand dead hours, but time’s not healing any wounds
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want
Cry me a river!