Lyrics:

Her mother sells handgloves
and seems to be making a living
Her boyfriend takes lots of speed
and a little while ago he cast some kind of voodoo-spell on Stef
I got really scared,
because I don't trust that South-American wizardry

You know they're both very small people
and they like to go out
but he can't dance and she never dances
One day I asked her if her mother could design
this specific kind of handglove for her spastic frame of mind

But anyway, what's it to you
One-million ways I'll peck, I'll chew
You're always high on everything
I'm so damn nervous let's begin

It needs four fingers on the one hand, I said
and six on the other
Some fingers are remarkebly smaller than others
but that's kinda not normal I guess, I mean it's natural
She gave me a velvet smile
Okay, she said, okay
I'll see what I can do,
but I won't promise anything

So anyway, what's that to you
One-million ways I'll peck, I'll chew
You're always high on everything
I'm so damn nervous let's begin

The final dream keeps coming back
It's straight down sex, no love, I lack
Turn away, I'm away, I'm a big-decay I'm away
Your always high on everything
Turn away, I'm away, I'm a big-decay I'm away
I'm so damn down, can't see a thing
Turn away, I'm away, I'm a big-decay I'm away

Turn away, I'm away, I'm a big-decay I'm away
To find it's only a colour to her