Karin was her real name But she only listened when you called her Suzie She’d been married twice and had two girls somewhere She always said: "Life’s just a game, you win or lose But you will never know How many rounds you’ve still to go" Karin looked as old she was When you saw her sitting in the darkest corner When she spoke her voice cracked down to whiskey low "Be nice and light my smoke, my sweet" The same old trick all hookers seem to you Before they’re asking for the booze Because of the inflation of the money and her beauty Her price remained the same year after year The cocktails and the champagne she used to ask in younger days Turned into an ordinary beer And then one night it happened fast A drunken sailor stumbled to her table They made a deal and soon they went upstairs He later on did not know why He strangled her and screamed until they came "It’s me, on me is all the blame" Because of the inflation of the money and her beauty Her price remained the same year after year The cocktails and the champagne she used to ask in young days Turned into an ordinary beer Because of the inflation of the money and her beauty Her price remained the same year after year The cocktails and the champagne she used to ask in young days Turned into an ordinary beer