Swinging skirt motion
Lazy as a feather
They do the pale blue light fantastic
Circles on a tiptoe

Those lips at the bar
Red lips with a cigarette

They look at me
Through silence
Silence of magic music
Music of silent magic
They belong to a pleasure doll
The door gets closed, spotlights on
Green eyes, what a contrast
Oh, what a contrast

Those lips at the bar
Red lips with a cigarette
Promise in the air
As red as the sky
Lips at the bar
Red lips with a cigarette
I swear to the air
As red as the sky

Ice-cold red lips
The passion´s called martini
As dry as the desert
Smiling
Capricious
Her diamonds dazzle my wishes
She´s calling but I on´t hear her voice

They keep on singing