I would cut my legs and tits off
When I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the dark of the moon

It made me dream of Nosferatu
Trapped on the isle of Doctor Moreau
Oh wouldn't it be lovely

I was thinking Peter Lorre
When things got pretty gory as I
Crossed to the Brandenburg Gate

I was feeling snappy perhaps I'd been napping
And I'd just ate
A following heart can tear you apart

On a midnight to 8 shift
A graveyard romance can only give one chance
As the tombstones weave and breathe

Feeling happy when my heart got beating
On a Sunday afternoon
I dreamt of breezes going through the treeses

And stars were still illumed
I have three hearts that I keep apart
Trying to relate

To normal feelings and the nightime reelings
And some absynthe drunk so late
The cook got drunk and all the !@^%s they shrunk

Onto the size of dessert plates
But me I'm happy cause I got my little nappy
And some opium to set me straight

I'm just a small town girl who wants to give it a whirl
While my looks still hold me straight
Straight up to illusion and fantasy's fusion

Of reality mixed with drink
I'm just a small town girl who's gonna give life a whirl
Looking at the Brandenburg Gate