Next Time... Songtext / Lyric

Next time I want that kind of girl, a girl with flowers in her hairs

With dread locks, cloc's and dresses, on a horse or a mobile home

But – please – without a mobile phone

that kind of girl, all rainbow colours in her eyes

But no girl in a uniform nor in a police car

And – please – no football star

Do you believe in silly songs? I do. It makes me smile instead of loving you

Two needles in my arse, pink pills to bring me sleep

Farewell to all that now, you too indeed!

Farewell...

Next time I won't tell anymore the way I think and how I feel

'cause it makes me small and weak and gives you power over me

Next time – Maybe?