They say that you’ve got poison in your skin
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And that’s ’cause you’re made of fine plastic
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They say that you’ve got a divine touch
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And whoever touches you keeps it
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And if tonight you want to go dancing
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Start putting on your sinner costume
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But you’ll have to be ready in half an hour
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Because if not, I’m not coming to pick you up
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But first you want to go have dinner
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And you suggest that I take you to an expensive place
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To see whether they accept the unemployment card
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Because if not, we’ll have to steal it
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I start doing the math in my head
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And you lavish your smile with care
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And you set about insulting the waiter
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And you splash me with beer foam
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And here I wait for you at the bar counter
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While you go clubbing
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If you overdo it, I’m warning you, babe
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That this time I’m not going to rescue you
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You think that you’re a consummate witch
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And what’s happening is that you’re intoxicated
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And yet you say that you don’t take anything anymore
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But they tell me around here: “Yes, yes
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Yes, yes, and they say, they say
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They say that you’ve got poison in your skin
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And that’s ’cause you’re made of fine plastic
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They say that you’ve got a divine touch
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And whoever touches you keeps it
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You say that I’m not your ideal man
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While you flip casually through a magazine
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And I ask myself whether you’ll have some clue
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Or some photo of your “perfect match”
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You think that you’re a consummate witch
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And what’s happening is that you’re intoxicated
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And yet you say that you don’t take anything anymore
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But they tell me around here: “Yes, yes
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Yes, yes, and they say, they say
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They say that you’ve got poison in your skin
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And that’s because you’re made of fine plastic
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They say that you’ve got a divine touch
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And whoever touches you keeps it