LYRICS

You keep me at home as a nun,
already sick I’m your slave.
I do not like you to treat me
find a different paralyze.
Chorus / 2 
and walk coupons, coupons
and bottom knob on pylons, masts on
to pull men’s pants, trousers
and spend your millions and millions.
Launches gold ring, how nice
world I want to live, drink and laugh
want to prance to natantsuvam
to be outrageous, but special.