I have a picture of you in your underwear
The glittering sunshine hits your Cleopatra hair
You are a lovely person living in Berlin
The glittering sunshine hits your perfect skin

I watch the sun appearing over Mauerpark
You are in Reykjavik in a famous bar
You are in Paris at Palais de Tokyo
You race your motorbike through streets of snow

The ice of sarcasm is penetrating me
In the skriptorium at the Stuttgart library
I steal your Merve paperbacks but never read 'em
I'm cyberstalking you with metaphysical realism

You drink your coffee at Bonanza Coffee Heroes
Your arms and legs destroyed by razors and mosquitos
It must amuse you to provoke such jealousy
It must be really cool to hide from me

The ice of sarcasm is penetrating me
In the skriptorium at the Stuttgart library
I steal your Merve paperbacks but never read 'em
I'm cyberstalking you with Metaphysical Realism

I love you and of course I'm trying to score
What do I think you are, some kind of art world whore?
I copy everything your Facebook says you do
I am determined to become you
I have a picture of you in your underwear
The glittering sunshine hits your Cleopatra hair
You are a lovely person living in Berlin
You are a skeleton with perfect skin