I don't wont to be a doll In your collection
I don't wont to be a reason of your erection
I don't wont to be your little pretty superstar
Now I want to be alone, give me a keys from car

We're on different sides of fightfield
It's a start of war
We could just discuss a problem
But you seat in hole

I can leave my trench and talk
But I'm afraid I could
Take my load gun
You'll be target
Than I just can shoot

Uaaa I'm dancing on my [bad word] on

I don't want to be a honey on your piece of bread
You can tell me that you love me, but
I know you mad I don't want to be a flower in your hill of dung
Now I want to be alone,
I think I'm very [bad word] 
Uaa Well, I'm dancing on my [bad word] on!