There you're standin' on the sidewalk with your suitcase in your hand
all your stuff's already in your new flat and alone I can't affort this one's rent.
I didn't mean to hurt you, baby, I didn't mean to make you cry
but now you say it's over finally and the last thing you do's
to ask me why - well, what can I say?

My little friend loves wet and warm places
He doesn't know love and he doesn't see faces.
Whenever the target's female and true
he takes over and makes me forget about you.
My little friend's ego's getting' bigger and bigger
as soon as someone pulls the trigger
and sometimes he just needs a helpin' hand
- that's the story of my life and my little friend

Well, in the earlier days I thought, I could win this fight
but his will's gettin' stronger every day and night.
When he smells a cat his alarmclock rings.
I feel like a puppet on barbwire strings.
So all I can do's to accept the truth
- at the borderline you ain't got nothing to lose!
So I wish you good luck and may life treat you well
while I'll keep on ridin' with my alltime pal!

My little friend...

So when finally I lay me down to rest and the good Lord grabs me by the chest
All I can say myself to defend's:"It wasn't me - it was my little friend"

My little friend's ego...