Prophet - Bernhoft/Jarle Bernhoft

She feels me up then she kicks me down

Chews her gum while humming a song

Has me for dinner in her dressing gown

Stark naked underneath I am

Feebly struggling and played along

I should get out but her hips are strong

I try to peek out of my blindfold

Cuffed gagged and cheaply sold

But I know something that sheall pay to keep

A secret we let ourselves back in the game

And so the dance goes on in a dirty style

We can provide no rest for the weary eye

It's far too late to apologize

And if you care to dance not a chance

Stand in line

Wait up for miss Swedish Pie

Will I join her foul pigsty

Of broken men trying to prophesy

Her next move While we canât move;

Stand in line

How many men have you done this to

I suspect that we are quite a few

Sweet-talk us and bump us around

Bury us under miles of mound

But I know something that you all pay to keep

A secret but I can't get any leverage

And so the dance goes on in a dirty style

We can provide no rest for the weary eye

It's far too late to apologize

And if you care to dance not a chance

Stand in line

Wait up for miss Swedish Pie

Will I join her foul pigsty

Of broken men trying to prophesy

Her next move While we can't move;

Stand in line

And so the dance goes on in a dirty style

We can provide no rest for the weary eye

It's far too late to apologize

And if you care to dance not a chance

Stand in line

Wait up for miss Swedish Pie

Will I join her foul pigsty

Of broken men trying to prophesy

Her next move While we can't move;

Stand in line