She has a piano And her hands dance lustily on the keys She has a pen and a paper And she draws her favourite people and one is me She wasn't s'posed to be cool Now I'm her fool But I don't care She's given me a passkey That has led me to the world of Patricia, Patricia Patricia, Patricia Small breasts curved hip Dark eyes Full lip Small hands Long arms Touch me, I'm gone Now please Make your own cage Now she wants out Now she breaks out Now I Sit here and I sigh 'Cause the girl has gone back home to Germany I can't Break through And get to Patricia, Patricia Patricia, Patricia Patricia