Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Du Willst Mir an die Wäsche (Feat. Sido) (Live in Berlin)

The lights go out, the film begins
And Rosemarie gets her next child
The jungle’s sparking out in Babylon
It happens as it happens, and it gets away
A shot, a scream – who’s calling the police?
There are too many cooks and not enough mush
It stays dry and mild in the south
And Scarlett cries and Pussycat kills

And you, you, you, you, you’re trying to get at me
Because you, you, you, you, you’re trying to get at me
You hang your flag in the wind
Without looking up
Reason enough to not count on your word
Drink whiskey with friends
And Bordeaux with women
More reason to not trust you on the way
Because you, you, you, you, you’re trying to get at me
Because you, you, you, you, you’re trying to get at me

Two scoundrels and the third man
Harry Lime, who’s up next?
Clouseau comes in, the highlight is ruined
It’s its own fault, because the spurs were much too loud

Because you, you, you, you, you’re trying to get at me
Because you, you, you, you, you’re trying to get at me

I don’t know any of these films you love
Keep yourself occupied with the one-eyed Willie like the Goonies
Man, I don’t care what Pretty Woman’s doing with that guy over there
Because I’ve only got eyes for you and your undercut

While this guy’s biting the dog
Your mouth’s making me hot – so red and soft
You’re so good, baby, let me breathe again
Or knock me down – no retreat, no surrender

Come on closer, don’t make me wait so long, please
You get everything, I just want 300 Spartan kisses
I know you don’t like these boys in the hood
But I just brushed my teeth today

Your clothes – let me have a go
Your sweater and your thong
I’m coming again and again like the Pink Panther
Why only then, Ben Hur?
Fuck, these’ll be long nights
But I, I, I, I, I’m trying to get at you

Because you, you, you, you, you’re trying to get at me
Because you, you, you, you (I, I, I, I)
Because you, you, you, you, you’re trying to get at me
Because you, you, you, you (You, you)

You hang your flag in the wind
Without looking up
Reason enough to not count on your word
Drink whiskey with friends
And Bordeaux with women
More reason to not trust you on the way

You lower your gaze and raise your brows
Pretend to look right at me
You like your man and you like women
And threaten to overdo it

Your love is nothing more than an autograph …