Maybe they think I am naive
Because of my baby face
They don’t know it’s my technique
To survive in this place
Lover’s easy popetry
Speaking to my Berlin land
Who will write a song for me
To change the rules of my game
Happy Violentine
Happy Violent
Please no flowers as they die
Bad jokes and I eat you raw
If my dreams don’t drive me mad
Let’s sleep to be tomorrow
No love is part of the job
So I can delete this day
Switch me in a stand-by mode
Until someone presses play
Happy Violentine
Happy Violent