Mistletoe

There you are now standing under mistletoe -So pretty — (you know it yourself too) but wait... I noticed those eggnog stains... I’m jealous, your boss is to blame But you laugh and assure me that man is gay And I believe you when you say it, because you’re my love And I am unemployed, you are well off I haven’t had a job since the Christmas before last Even though I went to a humanistic university of applied science It’s probably my own fault — if he’s your Bill From your underwear I smell the scent of a cigar Between the sheets, grumpy and hungry I don’t show it, but I feel like whining When holes are drilled into the sausage wallet But I stay tough There you are, standing under the mistletoe So pretty — you know it yourself too Regretful, you came back from the party to me When I noticed those eggnog stains There you are, only a Santa hat on Not a thread of clothing beside it I’d like to forget the mistakes right away But the eggnog makes me too nauseous A sorrow killing when the eggnog gurgles Once again I wait for you in vain after the office party This mama’s wild mare turns serious I’d want every single gram of those hundred kilos I don’t need an office-party report from you I can tell right away you need this Tabort On Christmas Eve we can eat, play cards And watch that abortion as your Christmas present I reassure myself: I am a feminist I vacuumed, changed the sheets and washed the dishes I trimmed my expression, cut out for example jokes But maybe different tricks work on you There you are, standing under the mistletoe So pretty — you know it yourself too Regretful, you came back from the party to me When I noticed those eggnog stains There you are, only a Santa hat on Not a thread of clothing beside it I’d like to forget the mistakes right away But the eggnog makes me too nauseous