how foolish of me to think she could love me
how foolish of me to want her to
how stupid and vain, how insane
but what a good lump to wander through
don't let the big men hurt you, better what you're in for
don't let the big men hurt you, don't let them hurt you anymore
she said something in german that was a turn-on
ot only on account of the language it was in
her hair was tied and she was cross-eyed
sometimes it's hard to tell what beauty really lies in
don't let the big men hurt you, better what you're in for
don't let the big men hurt you, don't let them hurt you anymore