With their cardboard hands by their sides. here's a naked man and lady. And they're yours to cut out and keep. So you can dress them up maybe. They don't know just who they are or who they're supposed to be. You can make them happy or sad. Or assume their identity. So here they are in the departure lounge. It's the "Gateway to the East". She is just another mail-order bride. She doesn't know he's a kinky beast. So he gives her a picture of Maradona and child. She wants to "roll and rock". As he spills his beer over her bumps and he. grinds as he repeats "Bang-Cock". Chorus:. There must be something that is better than this. It starts with a slap and ends up with a kiss. Begins with you bawling and it ends up in tears. Oh my little one take that chewing gum out of your ears. She might as well be in the jungle. She might as well be on the moon. He's away on a business trip in Dusseldorf but she's becoming immune. To the lack of glamour and danger in a West-German city today. The nearest she comes to the "Dynasty" he promised her. Is a Chinese takeaway. Chorus. Though he only taught her three little words it. doesn't matter if they're dirty or clean. He can only control what they look like. He can never possess what they mean. Now he wants to whisper in her ear. All the shrinking nothingness. But something always comes between them. I wonder if you can guess. Chorus.