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de Jens Jennings

Oh, Silvia, I was dancing to Michael Jackson
Oh, Silvia, when I heard your German accent
Oh, Silvia, and I went down on my knees for her majesty

Your royal highness is that how you shall be adressed
Oh, her highness, I'm always at your service
Oh, her highness, will you listen when I now confess

I've been hurting again, a cold black diamond
The same kind of pain that I had when I was seven
Do you remember when I shook your hand

Oh, Silvia, I took my bike to the cemetery
Oh, Silvia, and I claimed my territory
Oh, Silvia, smoked a cigarette, blew smoke rings in the face of death

And this town will be cold when it gets hit by a comet
By the harb we found a boat with your name written on it
And I had blood in my mouth when I spit

Oh, Silvia

Oh, her highness, I heard you say in some interview
That feminism was something that didn't suit you
A lack of interest perhaps, or maybe you're just stupid and inbreed

But I still remember when I saw you as a godness
Your picture on my wall so gentle and modest
Do you see these tears in my face
I thought we had a deal
That the one who falls from grace
Would be the one to kneel
Now it's just you and me, Silvia
Don't shed no useless tears
Oh, Silvia, no one will care in a hundred years

No one will ever forget your name
They'll look after your grave
But it's not the same, you say
Now it's just you and me, Silvia
It's just you and me
It's just you and me

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