G-Spot Michael - Lindemann

Fick mich Michi, fick mich, bitte fick mich

Fick mich Michi, fick mich

Fick mich Michi, fick mich, bitte fick mich

Fick mich Michi, fick mich

Der Michael der Michael der

Ist im Kopfe nicht sehr hell

Doch was da fehlt ihm unter’m Schopf

Gar prächtig blüht im Lendenkropf

Bei den Fräulein überland

War er für Liebeskunst bekannt

Alle Damen, aller Ort

Sangen so in einem fort

G-spot Michael, G-spot Michael soon I' m gonna die

Pounding like a fourstroke cycle make me happy make me cry

G-point Michael, G-point Michael nothing left to say

Banging like a fourstroke cycle all night long I say

Doch bald ist ihm die Lust verkommen

Hat sich der Sache übernommen

Sich beim Liebesspiel verbogen

Und nach Südafrika gezogen

Der Wind weht leise übers Meer

Über Berge zu mir her

Wird mir Kund zu Ohren bringen

In Afrika die Mädchen singen

I know why I have to die

It’s like my body all the veins are bleeding dry

The blood falls from the heart above

Down near in the part I need for love

I know why I have to die

All my cells inside are running dry

All my tears I gave away

Doesn’t matter all night long I stay

I know why I have to die

Inside my body all the veins are bleeding dry

All the blood falls from the heart above

Down near in the part I need for love

Take me, Michael—take me—come, devour me whole,

Take me, Michael—claim me—body and soul,

Take me, Michael—take me—urge unbridled, wild and free,

Take me, Michael—take me—let nothing be,

That Michael, yes—Michael, again and again,

His mind—a lantern guttered, dim within,

Yet where his brow grows barren, witless, cold,

A splendid orchard in his loins unfolds.

Among the maidens scattered over land,

He was renowned where arts of love command,

Ladies everywhere, in every distant place,

Would sing his name—a long unending praise.

G-spot Michael—G-spot Michael—soon I perish,

Pistons roaring, fourfold beat—joy and anguish both I cherish.

G-point Michael—G-point Michael—nothing more to speak,

Engines thunder through the night—my longing at its peak.

But soon desire in him began to fade,

Too far he ventured, by his own hand betrayed,

Twisted mid the choreography of bliss,

And fled to South Africa, chasing abyss.

A zephyr steals across the opaline sea,

Winding over mountains, finally finding me,

It whispers tidings into waiting ears,

In Africa, girls sing—song of longing, song of tears.

I know the hour my ending draws nigh,

As if within me, all veins are parched and dry,

Blood tumbles from the citadel above,

And pools in the hollow where love must move.

I know the hour my ending draws nigh,

Every cell, a desert—shriveling, running dry,

All my tears, relinquished to the night,

Yet I remain, through darkness, until light.

I know the hour my ending draws nigh,

Within my form, every vessel is scorched and dry,

Blood tumbles from the citadel above,

And pools in the hollow where love must move.

Fick mich Michi, fick mich, bitte fick mich

Fick mich Michi, fick mich

Fick mich Michi, fick mich, bitte fick mich

Fick mich Michi, fick mich

Der Michael der Michael der

Ist im Kopfe nicht sehr hell

Doch was da fehlt ihm unter’m Schopf

Gar prächtig blüht im Lendenkropf

Bei den Fräulein überland

War er für Liebeskunst bekannt

Alle Damen, aller Ort

Sangen so in einem fort

G-spot Michael, G-spot Michael soon I' m gonna die

Pounding like a fourstroke cycle make me happy make me cry

G-point Michael, G-point Michael nothing left to say

Banging like a fourstroke cycle all night long I say

Doch bald ist ihm die Lust verkommen

Hat sich der Sache übernommen

Sich beim Liebesspiel verbogen

Und nach Südafrika gezogen

Der Wind weht leise übers Meer

Über Berge zu mir her

Wird mir Kund zu Ohren bringen

In Afrika die Mädchen singen

I know why I have to die

It’s like my body all the veins are bleeding dry

The blood falls from the heart above

Down near in the part I need for love

I know why I have to die

All my cells inside are running dry

All my tears I gave away

Doesn’t matter all night long I stay

I know why I have to die

Inside my body all the veins are bleeding dry

All the blood falls from the heart above

Down near in the part I need for love

Fuck me Michi, fuck me, please fuck me

Fuck me Michi, fuck me

Fuck me Michi, fuck me, please fuck me

Fuck me Michi, fuck me

The Michael the Michael the

Is not very bright in the head

But what's missing under his hair?

It blooms splendidly in the lumbar crop

With the Misses overland

Was he known for the art of love

All ladies, all places

They sang on and on

G-spot Michael, G-spot Michael soon I'm gonna die

Pounding like a fourstroke cycle make me happy make me cry

G-point Michael, G-point Michael nothing left to say

Banging like a fourstroke cycle all night long I say

But he soon lost interest

Has taken charge of the matter

Bent while making love

And moved to South Africa

The wind blows softly across the sea

Over mountains to me

Will bring word to my ears

In Africa the girls sing

I know why I have to die

It's like my body all the veins are bleeding dry

The blood falls from the heart above

Down near in the part I need for love

I know why I have to die

All my cells inside are running dry

All my tears I gave away

Doesn't matter all night long I stay

I know why I have to die

Inside my body all the veins are bleeding dry

All the blood falls from the heart above

Down near in the part I need for love