(Dickie Peterson & Dieter Saller)   Oooh, sweet, sweet child   Yeah, whoa, oooh!         You know the game and you learn it well   Strapped for your time and your long blond hair   Make your bet, lay it down   You never, ever put you to the ground.         I know I'll see you down on Herman street   That's probably where you're gonna cut your meat   You meet some people that are most of 'em men   With a little luck honey, you might find a friend.         Yow!   Sweet, sweet child   Ooh yeah!         You know the way, you ride the jam   Give your money to some rich man   Just remember when it's all said and done   I'm here sweet child of the Reeperbahn.         I see the girls walking right on the street   The hungry eyes and the men I meet   I see them looking right through the flash   That kind of love don't last.         Oooh, sweet, sweet child!         (Oh, come here, baby.   Won't you put on these high heels,   try this garter belt on,   hey that butcher bra looks real good on you baby, ha ha yeah)         Ooooh, Sweet, sweet child   You look so good!         Ooh, you know the game and you learn it well   Strapped for your time and your long black hair   Make your bet, lay it down   You'll never, throw give you to the ground.         I know I'll see you down on Herman street   That's probably where you're gonna cut your tea   You meet some people that are most of 'em men   With a little luck honey, you might find a friend.         Oh, sweet, sweet child of the Reeperbahn.