He takes you out and he takes you up,
'cause he can show you so much.
I go to bed and tomorrow again,
There is a lot of work to be done.
He gives you gold and he'll promise you,
The whole world will be yours.
I just can tell you I love you so,
Even so, my odds are low
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I'm not an actor, I'm not a star
And I don't even have my own car,
But I'm hoping so much, you'll stay,
That you will love me anyway.
The dirty games and the neonshows,
This is the world he knows.
Watching the stars satisfies my soul,
Thinking of him makes me fell so cold.
The fancy cars and the restaurants,
You're just so fond of the man.
Sometimes I wonder, if you are blind,
Can't you see, he's got dirt on his mind?
Chorus-
Writer(s): Jascha Richter
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