With my lucky looks,
I was pulled from the death selection,
With my lucky looks,
I would be enslaved for every erection.
With my lucky looks,
I was to join a very chosen few,
With my lucky looks,
I could choose from clothes, nearly new.
With my lucky looks,
I took a fine dress no longer needed,
With my lucky looks,
I had to pick underwear hastily conceded.
With my lucky looks,
I was taken to the officers quarters,
With my lucky looks,
I was a blonde substitute for SS daughters.
With my lucky looks,
I was \"the Swede\" from then on known,
With my lucky looks,
My Jewessness was merely postponed,
With my lucky looks,
I was gifted an extra slice of bread,
With my lucky looks,
A virgin to warm each drunken bed,
With my lucky looks,
I was passed around the order of Knights,
With my lucky looks,
I would accumulate such bruises and bites.
With my lucky looks,
I would surely wear off my youthful lustre,
With my lucky looks,
I was marched down to the NCO muster.
With my lucky looks,
I was renamed \"the Fucking Ukraine\",
With my lucky looks,
I was heeled under their sadistic reign.
With my lucky looks,
I was becoming much thinner and gaunt.
With my lucky looks,
I was loaded with cold bullets in taunt.
With my lucky looks,
I was pulled through to the Privates mess,
With my lucky looks,
I was \"the Pole\" stripped of her pretty stained dress.
With my lucky looks,
I was whipped around each soldiers bunk,
With my lucky looks,
I would be the gang\'s next woman sunk.
With my lucky looks,
I was dragged to the cruel Kapos block,
With my lucky looks,
I was a fresh number to their dirty Jew stock.
With my lucky looks,
I was ripped from my new striped suit,
With my lucky looks,
I was infested with lice and every evil brute.
With my lucky looks,
I was a bonus for the fascist regime,
With my lucky looks,
I was some grease to their whole death machine,
With my lucky looks,
I was still somehow
just alive,
With my lucky looks,
And an unborn child could we survive?