Wait at the car Open my door Some gesture than men used to do On your skin as usual Only first rate material How can rebels be so kind and virtuous Like a gallant knight you ride me fast From nancy to the lac lemain And by the way you grab my hand And fall into the sand I know you are not dangerous You write on screen like someone From two hundred years ago That the storm in gatwick has gone But blowing madly in our hearts How can rebels grab like that And be so reliable Up to now a plane crash Was quiet fancy for my biography And when you beam with these blue eyes I never ever want to die I know you are a miracle We're at the port my skirt is short It used to be political And I hope I really hope Bernhard could see us now