Fucker (Stole my phone) Songtext
von Laura Sauvage

Hand in hand in hand
In the arms of a man
Who will take care of me
Who will do what he can
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
On the streets


I see them looking at me
They see me looking at you
The creeps have crept out of their caves
With their new hairdos
Nightmare machine
Is making me blind
In all this fog I am tired
In all this fog you will find
I left it all on the line
I left it all on the line

Lineup by the wall
One through six look the same
Fucker stole my phone
Fucker knows my name
Furious I am waiting to confront him to shame
But I don′t know what he looks like
Everyone looks the same

Black pants, black jacket
Patdown money racket
Standing closer to me
Standing closer to me

But I don't know what he looks like
Everyone looks the same
Everyone looks the same
Everyone looks the same

I don′t know what he looks like
Everyone looks the same