(words & music by Johannes Berger)

She’s so sorry
About the way she makes me feel
Even though she worries
About her players on the field

Everytime she’s on the phone
She is frozen on her throne
All she has is flesh and bones
No soul, i’m better off alone

She won’t ever let me breathe
`cause everytime we break up she
Screams her head off again
Like a big limp bizkit fan
I feel so high
she’s out of my life
Last chance, maybe
With a handshake and an apology

Does her heart feel?
Does she feel or just pretend?
I say goodbye
Goodbye to you my phony friend

She is competing for couch space
To preserve her species in any case
She has no choice but to call the marines
She’s twisted like a serpentine

She won’t ever let me breathe
`cause everytime we break up she
Screams her head off again
Like a big limp bizkit fan
I feel so high
she’s out of my life
Last chance, maybe
With a handshake and an apology

Bridge

She’s got a hundred pretty diamonds
More or less
She weares her smile just on the outside
Inside she’s a mess