Don’t paint the devil on the wall


     I was walking down the street one day when I met a girl in L. A.

     She was pretty and so sexy - wow! I couldn't take my eyes off her.

     When she saw me watching her

      like a man with the brain at the wrong place

     she came to me and asked my name.

     I just could say: "I........... a............ m.... german!"


                "Hey you stupid fucking boy!

                Buy a Hustler and go home!

                I know the only thing you want

                is not to go home on your own!"


     After these words I blew up:


                "Don't paint the devil on the wall!

                I'm not that bad. You are me one!

                I just love pretty things to see.

                You don't have to see black for me!"


     After these words she just stood there and I told myself:

      "I can see her brain smoking!"

     But I had no idea why!

      Then after half a minute or so she started laughing nonstop.

     But then she said with a smile: " I love funny boys like you"

     I had no idea what she was talking about.


                "Hey funny boy from Germany! Take my hand and walk with me.

                Tell me things I cannot see. I like the words you said to me."


                "I came to L. A. to find you." After a year we said "I do".

                We started with these crazy words you got a fit of laughter:


                "Don't paint the devil on the wall!

                I'm not that bad. You are me one!

                I just love pretty things to see.

                You don't have to see black for me!"


     And now put it all together:


     Wow! That was really strange!


     You always get what you really want. In ways you cannot foresee!

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