Patricia
(© by Ko-Do 2004)



Another hang-over - what the heck
I dropped into that bar with my guitar on my back 
I was headin' for another pint of beer
The red lights were shining so clear
And there she was with a nothing of white lace
On her black body - and this smile upon her face

Hey Mister, don't you get me wrong
But we don't do it for a song
I said - Hey, if you call me Mister
There's nothing wrong if  I would call you sister 
And sisters are doin' it for themselves
And for me and my luck and my fun and my wealth

And off we went - out of the night
After she dressed. There was the morning light
With clouds aswaying in their pink gloom
And a five minutes walk to reach her room
And a day just created to forget ourselves
And for me and my luck and my fun and my wealth

I deceived her with words and with my guitar
Left in the evening - a falling star
She gave me her number, but it was only
For the case of emergency of feeling lonely
And it's only the best in the world that I wish her
Then I wrote this song for this girl named Patricia

And Patricia is doin' it for herself
And for me and my luck and my fun and my wealth ...