[Verse 1]
His fingernails are broken
His ships they're all on fire
The moneylender's daughter
Is eaten with desire
She spies him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her father
She hails him through a microphone
That an artist had to leave her
She tempts him with a clarinet
She waves a Nazi dagger
[Verse 2]
She finds his private clip
She wants to be his woman
He says he'll go to sleep
If she'll leave thе future open
He stands whеre it is steep
And he is not the first one
His hands upon his belt
Like it was the wheel of some ocean liner
And she must wet her lips
As all the sails burn down like paper
And he has lit the chain
Of his famous cigarillo
His fingernails are broken
His ships they're all on fire
The moneylender's daughter
Is eaten with desire
She spies him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her father
She hails him through a microphone
That an artist had to leave her
She tempts him with a clarinet
She waves a Nazi dagger
[Verse 2]
She finds his private clip
She wants to be his woman
He says he'll go to sleep
If she'll leave thе future open
He stands whеre it is steep
And he is not the first one
His hands upon his belt
Like it was the wheel of some ocean liner
And she must wet her lips
As all the sails burn down like paper
And he has lit the chain
Of his famous cigarillo
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