Met her in a squat in East Berlin
She said "Sind Sie American"?
I said "Entschuldigung"?
She said "i could tell by the way that you walk"
In a heavy German accent that was getting me hot
Her mullet was bleached and I could tell by her clothes
She was a second hand Olympian in Berlin thrift stores
She worked at the collective on her days off
She said "Ich Heisse Lily" and I was glued to the spot
Sweet Lilly, Sweet Lilly
Took me by the hand and I melted away
Everything she said brought a smile to my face
Was it a dream or did she really exist?
Watched her disappear into the cool morning mist!
Down in a cellar where they smoked cigarettes
Lily was dancing like a girl truly vexed
The punkers said party with us to the sun rise
So I laced up my shoes for the Berlin night life
It was a second hand love going up all alone
She sat with a punker just waiting by the phone
And just when I passed, my gleam caught her eye
It was a dream of me and Lily under sweet summer skys
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