Down a dark and dead-end street He holds my hand and takes the lead And calls me his darling Kneeling at his feet He lays a table just for me Oh I think he's Prince Charming
They took me to the country for a week
Be my guide we'll escape with the wind and leave Our human fears At the touchstone It's a long way to go Out of here
Slipping off his knee Painted rouge upon my cheek He calls me his beauty Puts me back to sleep Before he hides the master keys I wake up dreaming
They took me to the country for a week
Be my guide we'll escape with the wind and leave Our human fears At the touchstone It's a long way to go Out of hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
