I´ve got a man in my bed,

He has got a tattoo which looks like Jack Nickholson

He sleeps naked and I think, who the hell is he

Not the prince from my fairytales,

Not the one I´m gonna passionately fall in love with

So I get up quiently, dress up in the staircase.

 

My mom calls me to say hello and she tells me

how nice it would be if I´d come to see her,

but I know too well, I´d hear the same words again.

 

I gotta get out of this place,

I gotta get out of here.