Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Kind von Dir

When he enters the room
Every woman’s step
Becomes erotically strained
He has them by the neck
When he walks his gaze completely unfixated
Through the air

And this distance he keeps himself at
Bursts with an arrogance they love
He’s enthroned on their melancholy that he wakes
When he puts his head under his wings

I’m building you a house
I’m planting you a tree
And for that, you make a child for me
And sometime afterward
I’ll definitely call you up
I just want your child

I’m building you a house
I’m planting you a tree
And for that, you make a child for me
With my style
And your sex appeal
I just want your child

And it gets quiet around him
When he pulls his train
Through their vacuum
He’s the brightest planet
Everything revolves around
Who wouldn’t love to be his satellite?

You gladly forgive him when he loses himself substantially
And illuminates only himself between eloquences
But when he closes his eyes, their breath sticks
Will he never come again or will he just leave them waiting?

I’m building you a house …

He lets the weaker sex get even weaker
His mere presence gives them trouble breathing
When he twitches his brow, they’re delighted
And go crazy when he bends down

I’m building you a house …
I’m building you a house around your door
And for that, you make a child for me
I want your child …