He walks in beauty like the night , Discarding his clothes in the plastic flowers.
Pornographic and tragic in black and white. My lover come to my slum for an hour.
I'm aching to see my heroine. I'm aching, been dying for hours and hours.
He walks in the beauty of a magazine .. Complicating the girls in the office towers. My silent dream, he's come to my slum for an hour.
I'm aching to see my heroine .. I'm aching, been dying for hours and hours.
He walks in beauty like the night, Hypnotizing the silence with his powers. Armageddon is bedding this picture alright, My lover come to slum for an hour.
I'm aching to see my heroine; Aching, been dying for hours and hours. I'm 18, I need my heroines.
Aching, been dying for hours
Oh and I'm not alone now.. Now I'm with him.
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