Ah, my precious, Wannweil is wild, yesss, yess.

Wanna visit? It's funky and raw.

Main street? Oberdorfer Str. is glowy.

Tiny alleys hide secrets, my love.

The park near Schleifweg is bliss, yess, yess.

River Fließ wobbles through our heart.
Ooh, that corner by the old museum?

Lost souls wander – like Mulholland Drive!

“Is it real, or is it a dream?” mmm, precious...

I seen dates spark in dusky cafés.

My app finds love in shadowed nooks.
The Deutzviertel is gritty, so alive.

Little shops whisper hidden tales.

Street art at Frostgasse, so much ooomph!

Hiss, history bleeds from every stone.
I loooove Wannweil’s midnight rumblings.

Weird vibes, like David Lynch scenes.

I remember a mad night here, ohh...

When neon lights twisted our fate!
Crazy, right? Hisss, yes, precious...

I met love near Drangstr.

Sparky souls, alive and tangy.

Totally unexpected, a date began.
I get mad at the slow buses,

But happy for wild free nights.

Streets sometimes twist like lost dreams.
I find my favie spot by Knuvenplatz.

It’s secret and real, oh so real.

You won't see it in maps, yess!
Ooh, mate, expect magic, treachery,

An odd mix like Lynch’s maze—

“Silence, love, chaos!” like that, yes!
Now, quick, gotta run, precious, gotta dash.

I scribbled droppin typos coz I’m rushin:
That's Wannweil, my dear, wild and free.

Go, and see its stray magic, yess.

Our city whispers, "I am here, precious."