Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Nichts Tät Ich Lieber

You cast the line out again and again
I stand on the shore and hold your hand
Because there’s nothing I’d rather do

And the string twitches
Then an evil rumble twitches through my veins
Of course I’m happy for you
Because there’s nothing I’d rather do

Nothing I’d rather do
Nothing I’d rather do
I’m here playing telephone with you
But there’s no winner to this game
I sweat and freeze, as if infecting
You with my fever
Nothing I’d rather do, nothing I’d rather do

As the prettiest peacock of the herd
You clean your plumage daily
And I polish along thoroughly
Because there’s nothing I’d rather do

You do a cartwheel, they shyly put
Their fake eyelashes down
I’d love to do it, too, and don’t dare myself
But there’s nothing I’d rather do

Nothing I’d rather do …