From: Stephan [email protected]
THE HUNTER (S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Sцrup)
The work is done I arrive at home
A little break
Then I take the hunters clothes
I recognize the girl in front of me
Her red pullover and the sweet below
She might be six or seventeen
And her shapes just light the fire in me
One more drink
One more rough compliment
I want to kiss these lips
A new adventure
Hurry, HURRY, take her home
Ooh, I want to touch her hips
Touch her, feel her
Feel her body shivering under mine
Touch her, feel her
Girl I want to make you mine
Next day my watch shows half past ten
My booty’s just been gone
I recreate
Just a little break
Then I take the hunter’s clothes again