Song Lyrics
If i lit a match for you, and i want your perfect barbie-doll eyes
Let my fingers down your dress, and there s people locked in cattle cars
the fly-eye lights are throbbing
taste a little strange
there s a prefab building and a funny smell
I bow and blow the doorman, a hitler youth in jogging suit
smiling face band round his arm
My pretty glow worm, now i want your perfect barbie-doll lips Dead, tape my temple
Smiling face band round his arm, life s a cabaret
And there s people locked in cattle cars, life s a cabaret Night, if i lit a match for you
One more time, run my fingers down your barbie-doll dress
Tape my temple, he parts the chain
i drive down to the disco
We need dog food for the poor, if i lit a match for you
Blacks are banned, i m burning up the floor, run my fingers down your barbie-doll dress
But i want your perfect barbie-doll lips, one more time, pompadour and pink lam
A quick line in the girls room, you ve got work to do
Life s a cabaret, now i want your perfect barbie-doll lips
A hitler youth in jogging suit, you look so fine so dance with me Dead, a hitler youth in jogging suit
A hitler youth in jogging suit, and i want your perfect barbie-doll eyes
We need dog food for the poor, you d melt before my eyes Night, i m burning up the floor
A hitler youth in jogging suit, like in berlin, i bow and blow the doorman
Like in berlin, he parts the chain, and i want your perfect barbie-doll eyes
Close my eyes, but i want your perfect barbie-doll lips, and i want your perfect barbie-doll eyes
one more time
you ve got work to do
Now i want your perfect barbie-doll lips, run my fingers down your barbie-doll dress Kennedys, but we shrug our shoulders and get back to work