Pirjo
Pirjo said: “Come in my friend, I’ll comfort you tonight.
A man should not stay lonely now, at his hotel, dreamin’ inside.”
Pirjo took my hand and led me to the bar for a drink.
And on that thirty-first of March, I was glad to meet her again.
Pirjo settled me down on a couch, and nestled up in my arms.
And as she stroke my chest and thigh, her green eyes sparkled with armth. In that cosy corner she woke all the passion I had.
This Finnish Flower of flesh and blood knew what I needed so bad.
Then she gave me a birthday show I’ll remember all of my days.
‘Found myself sittin’ there on stage while she was dancin’, slowly strippin’
She made the walls tumble down ‘round my very stable life.
I’ve learned the naked truth of some feelings, burried inside.
I’ve learned the naked truth of some feelings, burried Inside.
We ended up in my hotelroom with a bottle of champagne,
sharing body language thoughts until the morning came.
The blue Yukata cheered her up, like the songs I had to sing.
Although I’ve been just a customer, I’ve touched a tender string.
Pirjo showed me her stirring life and the troubles she’s been through.
A brighter future cannot be caught with darkness in your view, oh baby
So catch up, pretty woman, ‘cause we will meet again.
And then we will pass the time like true and good old friends.
And then we will pass the time like true and good old friends.