Oh Mrs. Thompson,
Won´t you open your legs again?
I miss the times when
We would bump and fight,
And then make love, love, love..

And sweet Delilah,
How sweet you do sit
Upon my brawn

Now I´m just a crime,
Upon this city,
So watch me wriggle
Oh for my life,
For if a thousand men,
Couldn´t put me by together again,
Who am I?

Sweet Mrs. Thompson
Don´t you say,
Are you concentrate through me?

Oh I miss our dates when
We would sit down
By the world´s side

And then I´m just a crime,
Upon this city,
Oh watch me wriggle
Oh for my life,
For if a thousand men,
Couldn´t put me by together again,
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?