Lieber Orangenhaut English translation
von Ina Müller

The legs are long, the neckline’s low,
Even my companion instinctively glances at her.
Her batting eyes turn him on—
That’s how nature has been from the start.
The men’s world stamps their hooves,
Because everything about her calls for mating.
They check her out, she smiles politely,
But actually, she’s not keen on it.
I never want to be 18 again,
So cute, dumb, and small,
Like a giggling teenage girl,
With a clueless look on her face.
Stolen opinions, confused style,
Antiseptic and sterile.
I’d rather have orange peel skin than no personality at all.
I’d rather have orange peel skin,
Than no personality!


She looks naive and the guys come over,
Now she feels seriously noticed—and asked.
And everyone pushes her through the hall
Nodding in rhythm, no matter what she says.
Just a glass of champagne and she babbles on,
Her world is small and her plans are big—she wants out!
Maybe a year abroad,
Career, kids—graduate and a house.

I never want to be 18 again,
So cute, dumb, and small,
Like a giggling teenage girl,
Nervously biting her nails.
Stolen opinions, confused style,
Antiseptic and sterile.
I’d rather have orange peel skin than no personality at all.
Mmm—I'd rather have orange peel skin,
Than no personality!

I never want to be 18 again,
So cute, dumb, and small,
Like a giggling teenage girl,
Nervously biting her nails.
Stolen opinions, confused style,
Antiseptic and sterile.
I’d rather have orange peel skin than no personality at all.
Mmm—I'd rather have orange peel skin,
Than no personality!


Never want to be 18 again,
Mmm—never want to be 18 again,
Although...