Cant you see I love you Please dont break my heart in two Thats not hard to do Cause I dont have a wooden heart And if you say goodbye Then I know that I would cry Maybe I would die Cause I dont have a wooden heart Theres no strings upon this love of mine It was always you from the start Treat me nice Treat me good Treat me like you really should Cause Im not made of wood And I dont have a wooden heart Muss i denn, muss i denn Zum Stadtele hinaus Stadtele hinaus Und du, mein schat, bleibst hier? Theres no strings upon this love of mine It was always you from the start Sei mir gut Sei mir gut Sei mir wie du wirklich sollst Wie du wirklich sollst Cause I dont have a wooden heart
sei, wooden, mir, du, stadtele