Songtext von Hot Paradox

A young woman fills her stomach With Pastis and complex She feels the glances Like smoke in her hair Hot Hot Hot Hot Paradox Soft through her sex she creeps Waiting for the fall Favourite time is patience time Shakes her to the ground Hot Hot Hot Hot Paradox There's a way for her to know What she wants to get She dreams of marvellous positions No man could ever believe Hot Hot Hot Hot Paradox She makes up her red red mouth For her to greet the flies It's a spark of promiscuity It's a spark of life Hot Hot Hot Hot Paradox