Tekster: Herman Dune. Winners Lose.

i won't say the word but you know i'm fond of you
i don't need curtains and i don't need a view
but to cut you off my landscape, i don't either need cissors
don't ask questions when you don't wanna know the answers
between love and friends, my choice is made, no offence
if you want me to be you man, be a friend if you can
i'll play stark naked, if it's my desire
a sheer uniqueness is all that i require
from myself and from my days
whatever the cost, the story repays
between pride and success, it's easy to guess
your servant will choose to winnigly lose
everybody is family
hundreds of girls are quite alright for me
but i'm dumb enough to think i know what i must do
and week enough to always tell it too
between stay and go, it's not hard to know
it's not even a choice, it's my master's choice