Sing for me, invite me to bed You can give me your suitcase Am I not cute? This spring is a new Halloween Hold on tight to your girlfriend Scare me with your voice and your life Energy, I'm going out This summer is a new Halloween No rest for the wicked Because baby, I'm driven to tears I'm baby, with my legs crossed Like kids fighting with a trainee With blazer and slippers, so sick on tits I'm your baby boss, not baby But baby, do you ever feel that your life is hyperreal? Sour, sad, hanging low I'm not sleepy for a boss, I believe in comfort They care, I'm baby boss Both of my temperaments, class by class B62, wash my back, turn on the faucet Busy at the office, because baby speculates 1000 kroner extra if you come and deliver Seven to five Baby, don't take a shit from someone Leads to my pale phosphine I'm not angry You have to take care of yourself This spring is a new Halloween This summer is a new Halloween Hold on tight to your girlfriend Because baby, I'm driven to tears I'm baby, with my legs crossed Like kids fighting with a trainee With blazer and slippers, so sick on tits I'm your baby boss, not baby I'm baby, with my legs crossed Like kids fighting with a trainee With blazer and slippers, so sick on tits I'm your baby boss, not baby