There you´re standin´ on the sidewalk with your suitcase in your hand all your stuff´s already in your new flat and alone I can´t affort this one´s rent. I didn´t mean to hurt you , baby, I didn´t mean to make you cry but now you say it´s over finally and the last thing you do´s to ask me why - well, what can I say ? My little friend loves wet and warm places He doesn´t know love and he doesn´t see faces. Whenever the target´s female and true he takes over and makes me forget about you. My little friend´s ego´s getting´ bigger and bigger as soon as someone pulls the trigger and sometimes he just needs a helpin´ hand - that´s the story of my life and my little friend Well, in the earlier days I thought, I could win this fight but his will´s gettin´ stronger every day and night. When he smells a cat his alarmclock rings. I feel like a puppet on barbwire strings. So all I can do´s to accept the truth - at the borderline you ain´t got nothing to lose ! So I wish you good luck and may life treat you well while I´ll keep on ridin´ with my alltime pal ! My little friend…… So when finally I lay me down to rest and the good Lord grabs me by the chest All I can say myself to defend´s :"It wasn´t me - it was my little friend" My little friend´s ego….