Lack Of Limits Matsch To Me
Sometimes my life is going nananana
And everything I hear is nananana
And my thoughts are only nananana
Everything I see is looking like a nana
There's my wife talking to me nanana
There's no feedback but an nananana
In the paper only nananana
Everything I hear is nana in the air
I talk to you - you talk to me
You're talking to me Matsch
I talk to you you talk to me
You're talking to me much to much
