She has a piano
And her hands dance lustily on the keys
She has a pen and a paper
And she draws her favourite people and one is me

She wasn´t s´posed to be cool
Now I´m her fool
But I don´t care
She´s given me a passkey
That has led me
to the world of

Patricia, Patricia
Patricia, Patricia

Small breasts
curved hip
Dark eyes
Full lip
Small hands
Long arms
Touch me,
I´m gone

Now please
Make your own cage
Now she wants out
Now she breaks out

Now I Sit here and I sigh
´Cause the girl has gone back home to Germany
I can´t break through
And get to

Patricia, Patricia
Patricia, Patricia