Feelings

 You have utopias, design the world in twenty years
I want to go home with you as soon as possible
Of course I want to go to bed with you, that's clear That's
the only reason I'm still in this bar
Let's not talk around, I'm already a a little broad
don't kid yourself, you've already known about it for a long time about

being cool, the bear is tap-dancing in my head,
actually quite simple and yet infinitely difficult

I try to understand, pretend I have spirit
just to get you around, as you probably know
When you talk, I hang on your
every word. But I stealthily glance at your tits.
I am fascinated by the way your nipples stand
the chain in between, never seen before

because of it being cool, the bear is tap-dancing in my head,
actually quite simple and yet infinitely difficult,

time to set off, we grab our things
I have to have an idea, I have to do something
"I don't live far, come on but with me
to talk to and for a very last beer my head prompts
for the umpteenth time
The voice doesn't want to, it's pure agony

because of being cool, the bear is tap-dancing in my head,
actually quite simple and yet infinitely difficult

We stand undecided in the cold in front of the bar
now it's time to say goodbye, that's clear to me
the text in my head, thought a thousand times
But what happens when she laughs about it?
"Bye until next time. It was nice with you,
I'll be back next Friday for sure."

because of cool, in my head the bear is tap-dancing,
actually quite simple and yet infinitely difficult

The saying is much better, says the fear in the head.
Handwork isn't bad either, you old bastard
"You don't live far, let's go to you!"
does it come out of your mouth, "for one last beer"
"I just wanted to say that too, it's clear with pleasure"
And we both know: the assertion is not true!

so cool, the bear is tap-dancing in my head,