Dressed in gold like the morning Painted stars on her face Every man that she has fawning Knows his place
Hours or days do not enslave her But her age we dare not ask There are many who still crave her From her past
Knows only one game Winner take all Holds every last flame In thrall
Truth and honor dance around her Waiting at her beck and call But will she end up where we found her After all?
Some gave all just to be near her Some gave more for even less Who'll be the one that she has chosen To be blessed? To be blessedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
