…. Your surroundings are challenging, competitive life, need for it, mans life, like it, always is, women have another tool.…

…heart to die You bastards tainted my tool Raped my words, played me a fool Gather your precious glitter and leave me be The Great Ones are all dead And I'm tired, too I truly hate you all…

…I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of…

…have only empty rooms, I dont need many faces, it really doesnt excite me, i like atmosphere, they do their own things, nothing of those interest me, really. To be too keen on everything.-…

…while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn First day of love never comes…

…POWERFUL TOOL TO HAVE IT ALL. I WANT YOUR BODY, FIGURE AND SENSUALITY, I WANT YOUR MORNINGS, EVENINGS AND SIESTA MOMENTS. i WANT TO SEE YOU EVERY DAY, EVEN THOUGH YOU BUSY ME TO SEE. I WANT TO BE YOUR SLAVE, OBEY THIS GAME, YOU ARE ALREADY A MAN AT THE BEST AGES, I HAVE PUT YOU TO SEE THE NEW SOUTHERN FACES.…