|De zingende zusjes:
'On a hot summer day, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?'
'It was a hot summer day, and the beach was burning, there was no fog crawling over the sand...'
'Now our bodies are shaking like a wave on the water, and we guess that we are beginning to grin'
'Yes, we're finally alone now and we can do what we want to, and no one is gonna know were we've been'
'You took the words right out of my mouth................'