Maybe they think I'm Naive
Because of my baby face
They don't know it's my technique
To survive in this place

Lovers easy popetry
Speaking to my Berlin land
Who will write a song for me
To change the rules of my game

Happy Violentine
Happy violent time

Please no flowers as they die
Bad jokes and I eat you raw
If my dreams don't drive me mad
Let's sleep to be tomorrow

No love is part of the job
So I can delete this day
Switch me in the stand-by mode
Until someone presses play

Happy Violentine
Happy violent time