Meet you in the canteen
Talk a long long time
And don’t noticed anything
We talked from lunch till diner
From evening till midnight
From breakfast to lunch

You were my motor baby
And I was your motor honey
But just till my stomach was getting sick
Be so kind as to stay here or go away
That’s it- that may be will my life

I saw the spring, the summer, autumn and winter
But every time it contradict you
This relationship was unbelievable stubbornness
And you and me we were the adversaries

You were my motor baby
And I was your motor honey
But just till my stomach was getting sick
Be so kind as to stay here or go away
That’s it- that may be will my life

Oh yeah

Written by TRAXLER