She had a piano
And her hands danced lustfully on the keys
She has a pen and a paper
And she draws her favourite people and one is me

She wasn't s'posed to be cool
Now I'm her fool
But I don't care

She's given me a passkey
That has led me to what is
Patricia, Patricia

Patricia, Patricia

Small calves
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Dark eyes
Full lips

Small hands
Long arms
Touch me, I'm gone

Now please
Make your own cage
Now she wants out
Now she breaks out

Now I
Sit here and I sigh
'Cause the girl has gone back home to Germany

I can't
Break through
And get to

Patricia, Patricia
Patricia, Patricia

Patricia