Completely heavy, surpassing the realm of sense
The beautiful speeches, bordering on the ridiculous, you know it
There is love and there are the soaked evenings
Of soft drugs, strong alcohol that has flowed too much

God, how some can be ugly
God, how their hands seem dirty
Their eyes empty of feeling and
These obsessions that work them
I would gladly trade
My body of a woman in the making
For a one-way ticket without return
To no longer hear the

Bitch, bitch turn around
Turn around yeah
Bitch, bitch turn around
Don't turn around, no
Bitch, bitch turn around
Turn around yeah
Bitch, bitch turn around
Don't turn around, no

Hey, turn around
Don't turn around, no
Hey, turn around
Don't turn around, no
Hey, turn around
Don't turn around, no
Hey, turn around
Don't turn around, no

Muffled melody, in the club of bodies, of bills
Heavy hearts and slightly lighter clothes
No drums, no beautiful stories to tell
The beautiful speeches, do not take place after midnight

God, how this girl is so beautiful
God, how this boy pleases her
But this boy does not want her
Apart from her ass, that, that pleases him
And if the girl goes home
And refuses the drink he offers
It will be the end of the prose
The beauty will hear

Bitch, bitch turn around
Turn around yeah
Turn around
Turn around
But don't turn around, no

Bitch, bitch turn around
Turn around yeah
Bitch, bitch turn around
Don't turn around, no
Bitch, bitch turn around
Turn around yeah
Bitch, bitch turn around
Don't turn around, no

Hey, turn around
Don't turn around, no
Hey, turn around
Don't turn around, no
Hey, turn around
Don't turn around, no
Hey, turn around
Don't turn around, no

Hey, don't turn around, no
Hey, don't turn around, no
Hey, don't turn around, no
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

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