Last year I met a new guy, I thought he was a hit. Oh yeah! He was good-looking and drove a Porsche. mmmhh But my gut feeling told me, that something wasn't right. He was acting so secretly, He hid his phone from me. When I got hold of it once. I realised what a wicked game he was playing: He was texting and meeting several women at once. Only one man was mean, that was enough to show it's my destiny now to be a dating queen. I left him immediately. But my basic trust had gone away. Now there are two or three guys, I meet every day. A coffee here, a coffee there, but there is no way: I'm a dating queen. Only one man was mean, that was enough to show it's my destiny now to be a dating queen. Meeting men is hard work. Like acting as a clerk. The same words always come up. Sometimes I say quite soon: "Stop!" I rush from one date to the next. Such haste you've never seen I am a dating queen! Only one man was mean, that was enough to show it's my destiny now to be a dating queen. Tomorrow I'll meet one on the market square, I've already written to him and also talked to him on the phone, he could be a good one. That gives me an idea. Maybe my basic trust will return. Please let it come back! Only one man was mean, that was enough to show it's my destiny now to be a dating queen. Only one man was mean, that was enough to show it's my destiny now to be a dating queen, to be a dating queen! Please let it come back Let it come back!
