Under soft lights With a taped back face Our soft spoken queen Takes her place on the stage
As the big curtains open The last troops run in quick For the one and only Marlene Dietrich
She whispers Demurely 'from The Blue Angel' The song we all know The one that we've paid for
Fills the hall tight And pulls at our hearts And puts in her place The girl she once was In that suit of '33 Soundtracked by disapproving commentary
And my shuddering neighbour Turns and roughly rouses me He says, 'While a kiss on the lips may not make a frog a prince An orgasm renders any queen a witch: metamorphosis exists!'
Damn all us idiots Damn us till death Relentlessly trying to untie our knots of Rivers and roads that defy all sense
But her hands loosen all And her voice brings you youth Her cheeks cradle the holy breath That pumps the lungs of her Mackie Messer, ooh And she beats the heart of her Mackie Messer, ooh And she walks the stage with her Mackie Messer, ooh And she makes us smile with her Mackie Messer, oohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
