Patricia

She has

a piano

And her hands dance lustily on the keys

She has

a pen and a paper

And she draws her favourite people and one is me

She wasn't s'posed to be cool

Now I'm her fool

But I don't care

She's given me a passkey

That has led me

to the world of Patricia, Patricia

Patricia, Patricia

Small breasts

curved hip

Dark eyes

Full lip

Small hands

Long arms

Touch me,

I'm gone

Now please

Make your own cage

Now she wants out

Now she breaks out

Now I

Sit here and I sigh

'Cause the girl has gone back home to Germany

I can't

Break through

And get to

Patricia, Patricia

Patricia, Patricia

Patricia