klick klick

Klick klick and two straps are cut and my pants drop

Im flying in the skies in my knickers

I don’t need your sense and sound advice

I’d rather run on the streets with the rats and mice

Clap clap a round of applause and the flowers drop

Lustful eyes watching me from the balconies

I don’t mind playing the fool as long as I know the curtains will drop

But I don’t know that, do I

Tell me, what other role I can play with my pants down

And all you have for me are laughs and frowns

I stood still as the applause died

Thought how it might as well had been raining eggs