Lyrics of Når Du Går - Clemens, Annika Klein

Når Du Går (original)

Tøserne er vilde med frisk kød — nyt blod
Lækre sild i overflod vi får hodet til rodn
Blow job — fordi vi aldrig fucker et show op
Fordi vi har noget at sige og forstår at råe op
Fordi vi giver os tid til at pumpe lidt overkrop
— vi måtte blow op, for vi kører go stil
Hvis man skal tro, hende jeg mødte forleden — en go sild
Med frække former forfra, bagfra og i profil
Der brændte en ild bag hendes pupil
Jeg spilled virklig ikke noget skuespil
Men måske burde jeg ha vundet mig en Bodil
Selvfølig fik jeg nummeret til hendes mobil
Senere på dagen fik jeg 2 til — hos vil
Slå sig løs og ha fat i en mindre fattig knøs
En skoldhed sommerdag har jeg mødt pir, der kom og sagd, at de frøs
Og ville med mig ud at varmes i min lejede øs
Rygtet går, at jeg ved, hvon missehår skal strygs
Så jeg forstår godt, hvorfor min tøs er nervøs:
Jeg er nød til at spørg, når du nu går ud af dørn
Er du så stadig min player, baby?
Jeg ved, jeg har spurgt dig før, men nu spør jeg dig igen
Er du min mand eller bare min ven?
Man kan synes, at det er lidt wack, men det er et fact
At efter vi har lavet et par tracks — er tøserne begyndt at skifte act
Før var de ugidelige — tog sig selv højtideligt
Nu gør tanker om penge og berømmelse frøknerne liderlige
Der er ikk en fra min pos, der kan vis sig på et spillested
Uden at ha mindst 2 hos at chille med og pille ved
Jeg selv er ved at blive kræsen af væsen
Der skal mere end et lag sminke til at ta mig ved næsen
Jeg kender jeres tricks med stramme gamacher og push-up bh
Ey yo, det er sgu da meget pænt at se på
Men pakker man det ud, er der et ekstra lag hud
Og tar man fat i patten, er den ofte slatten som en klud
— det er meget sødt, som du vrikker dig for at score lidt drikkevarr
Men har du brug for en, der ikk er vegetar til at slikke dig
Æde dig rå, og stikke lidt pik i dig, så bliver det ikke mig
Det skaber for mange dikkedarr — jeg er i en andens magt
Hun er et pragteksemplar, så der er ingen sex me mig
Jeg husker, hvad min chick sagd til mig i dag, inden jeg gik:
Jeg er nød til at spørg, når du nu går ud af dørn
Er du så stadig min player, baby?
Jeg ved, jeg har spurgt dig før, men nu spør jeg dig igen
Er du min mand eller bare min ven?
Tro ikke, at det er slut nu — du er det tætteste, man kommer på min hustru
Sig mig, hvorfor sku jeg være dig utro
Du er mig mere værd end guldbarre, for du har fulgt mig
Gennem tykt og tyndt og lettet vægten på mine skuldre
Tog mig ind, da min verden var ved at smuldre
Hjalp mig med at finde vej, da jeg var for kulret
Vores snak er mere end chit chat om dit dat
Dybt personlige spørgsmål og du gir mig stadig feed-back
Modspil — og det er du god til
Jeg skal love for, at du ved, hvad man bruger et hod til
Tiden stod still, første gang jeg så dig
Og selv nu har jeg lyst til at hoppe på dig og flå dig
Dit kropssprog er dejligt, du bevæger dig fejlfrit
Og klær dig, så man sku tro, at du havde din egen stylist
Du ku få enhver anden mand, og det pirrer mig
Tanken om at du vil ses med en rod som mig, smigrer mig
Gearer mig op — så hør hvad jeg siger dig
Yo baby bubba — jeg tror sgu, jeg blir her
Jeg er nød til at spørg, når du nu går ud af dørn
Er du så stadig min player, baby?
(Yo baby, jeg tror sgu, jeg blir her)
Jeg ved, jeg har spurgt dig før, men nu spør jeg dig igen
Er du min mand eller bare min ven?

(translation)

The chicks are crazy about fresh meat — new blood
Delicious herring in abundance we get the head to root
Blow job — because we never screw up a show
Because we have something to say and understand how to speak up
Because we give ourselves time to pump some upper body
— we had to blow up, because we drive go style
If you are to believe her I met the other day — a go herring
With cheeky shapes from the front, back and profile
A fire burned behind her pupil
I wasn't really acting
But maybe I should have won myself a Bodil
Naturally I got the number for her mobile
Later in the day I got 2 more — at will
Break loose and grab a less poor knucklehead
On a scorching summer day I have met pirs who came and said they were freezing
And wanted to go out with me to warm up in my rented island
Rumor has it that I know whose miss hair needs to be ironed
So I totally understand why my sissy is nervous:
I have to ask as you walk out the door
So are you still my player baby?
I know I've asked you before, but now I'm asking you again
Are you my husband or just my friend?
One might think that it's a bit wack, but it's a fact
That after we've done a few tracks the girls have started to change acts
Before they were irreverent — took themselves solemnly
Now thoughts of money and fame make the misses horny
There is no one from my post who can show up at a venue
Without having at least 2 people to chill with and tinker with
I myself am becoming a picky eater
It takes more than a layer of makeup to get me by the nose
I know your tight leggings and push-up bra tricks
Ey yo, that's really nice to look at
But if you unwrap it, there is an extra layer of skin
And if you grab the teat, it is often as smooth as a cloth
— it's very cute the way you're wiggling to score some tipple
But do you need someone who is not a vegetarian to lick you
Eat you raw and stick some dick in you and it won't be me
It creates too many frills — I'm in someone else's power
She's a specimen, so there's no sex with me
I remember what my chick said to me today before I left:
I have to ask as you walk out the door
So are you still my player baby?
I know I've asked you before, but now I'm asking you again
Are you my husband or just my friend?
Don't think it's over — you're the closest thing to my wife
Tell me why should I cheat on you
You are worth more to me than gold bars, because you have followed me
Through thick and thin and lightened the weight on my shoulders
Took me in when my world was about to crumble
Helped me find my way when I was too dazed
Our talk is more than chit chat about your dat
Deeply personal questions and you still give me feed-back
Counterplay — and you're good at it
I promise you know what a hod is for
Time stood still the first time I saw you
And even now I want to jump on you and skin you
Your body language is lovely, you move flawlessly
And dress to make people think you had your own stylist
You can get any other man and it tickles me
The thought that you will be seen with a mess like me flatters me
Gearing me up — so hear what I'm telling you
Yo baby bubba — I think I'm staying here
I have to ask as you walk out the door
So are you still my player baby?
(Yo baby I think I'm staying here)
I know I've asked you before, but now I'm asking you again
Are you my husband or just my friend?