Tina
Tina
Tina
Oh, Tina...

Tina lives in Berlin
Her voice so seldom on my machine
Is here tonight
And i'm on the market and
When i'm on the market
Words moving wild
Like a skin
Like a salty skin for a seed
Of fat circles
Smiling
Smiling
Her voice so intentionally smiling
In the clouds move between us here
These are my intentions…

Push
Pushing
Pushing
Push
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Push
Up in the club
A blonde is carrying me
Is carrying someone that i used to be
A grey plastic someone
Blue plastic girl
Your cream is pushing
Pushing
Pushing

Pushing
Pushing
You’re pushed away
Your body is a
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
(Look out there for your unbelievers)

Carrying some
Lipstick for the
The boyfriend blonde between the rolls of sheets
She's professionally poised
The faces are watching her
She's watching the faces watching her

Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
Pushing
(Look out there for your unbelievers)
I could see you…

Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
Push
(Look out there for your unbelievers)