It´s 8 o´ clock, she´s lying in her bed,
she´s lighting up a cigarette.
Her blanket covers her naked skin,
she´s a mixture of holiness and sin.

It depends on you how you react -
she makes you alive, she makes you dead.
She´s really driving you insane,
she lifts you up, she cuts your veins.

She´s inhaling her black coffee´s steam,
thinking ´bout her last night´s marvelous dream -
which are dreams I´m always praying for...
and that her cigarettes are always tasting good!

You´re addicted to her voice and may her words be even rough -
all you dream about is feeling her, be sure it is a Midas touch.
Your life won´t be the same again.
All you think about is just her name,
her smile, her style, the way she walks,
the exhales she´s doing while she talks -
she´s playing with us guys like it´s a game - But we love it!

P.S.: Sorry, sollte bei den Stories rein und nicht bei Bildern! Gewohnheit!

Ja, schon 2017. Sollte ursprünglich mal ein Song werden, Arbeitstitel "(I am nothing without) Maria".

Inspiriert von einer damaligen Herzensbrecherin, mittlerweile aber klatschefett geworden.

Bei den Worten denke ich mittlerweile an niemand besonderes mehr, eher so eine Art fiktive Person.

Und danke!