And it's suited you so well
that aren't made of paper
Why, without doing anything
In which hand do you hide that dagger
with which you stab me so much
In which part of your body
does jealousy corrode you
Tell me in which mental messes
And it's suited you so well
that aren't made of paper
Whoever buys you
Whoever puts up with you
is what one has to have with you, kid
That's what one has to have
I take advantage and vanish
Out in the street it's free
And it's suited you so well
that aren't made of paper
And it's suited you so well
that aren't made of paper