His moustache was driving me crazy! One could see my cheeks blushing and rosy But his "didn't knew" was too much noisy, For my grammar Nazi was hell too nosy. Cozy the evening was to get boozy But controlling my stubborn beast was never too easy what I really wanted was somewhat hazy I was feeling confused that day and my mind was woozy.
He spared my life, knowing very well I was a Jew. How can a Nazi be ever kind? I still doubt his kindness. No wonder my heart is a concentration camp since then.