Hamburg Night

In the Hamburg night I?m walking at a time 
 when just the strange ones are awake. 
 I take a cab to the street where the action is, 
 the one they warned me about. 

 An importent DJ from Berlin speaks and orders drinks. 
 She drinks and talks and talks until she walks away, 
 no surprise I had to pay. 

 Someone calls me cutie, someone pulls my arm. 
 It?sa transvestite two meters tall 
 He pulls so hard I fall now he can take what he wants 
 but someone screaming makes him change his mind. 

 It?sa Spanish speaking prostitute 
 thats shouts at me you?re cute 
 So are you dear prostitute, we?re quite the same 
  
 but the difference is that I give myself away for free today. 

 I haven?t had enough sp I enter this rough 
 punkrock place againg. 
 I paint pizzerie walls, I decorate, she says. 
 I feel our connection so does her boyfriend 
 the supermale bartender. 
 The bartender tells me ugly mords in German, 
 still I understand. 

 I decide this to be the right time, I tie me shoes and leave. 
 The stars might be all clear elsewhere 
 but I need their guidance now. 
 At the step og the door that I thin is right 
 I spend the rest om this Hamburg night.