Her father died while she was buying this gigantic wheel
She said the crossings always die, and was branded as a nazi

Even though she perseveres, she feels uncomfy in her pantyhose
She dreams of high cut nappies, she met a man in a dentist waiting room

His strong aftershave covers a multitude of sins
In which he fell while looking for some mental clitoris

Now he doesn’t live in here, moved away from Greece cos the most of greeks are bald
He dreams of high cut nappies, he drinks a lot and dives into the Nile

In December they will send a greeting card at home, at home

Now they don’t live in here, they took a loft on the ouskirts of Bodo
They dream of high cut nappies, they’re friends with a fisherman who always moans