Текст песни Next Time...

Next time I want that kind of girl, a girl with flowers in her hairs With dread locks, cloc's and dresses, on a horse or a mobile home But ? please ? without a mobile phone that kind of girl, all rainbow colours in her eyes But no girl in a uniform nor in a police car And ? please ? no football star Do you believe in silly songs? I do. It makes me smile instead of loving you Two needles in my arse, pink pills to bring me sleep Farewell to all that now, you too indeed!!! Farewell... Next time I won't tell anymore the way I think and how I feel 'cause it makes me small and weak and gives you power over me Next time ? Maybe?