She walks in beauty like the night Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers Pornographic and tragic in black and white My Marilyn, come to my slum for an hour
I'm aching to see my heroine I'm aching, been dying for hours and hours
She walks in the beauty of a magazine Complicating the boys in the office towers Rafaella or Della, the silent dream My Marilyn, come to my slum for an hour
I'm aching to see my heroine I'm aching, been dying for hours and hours Been dying for hours and hours
She walks in beauty like the night Hypnotising the silence with her powers Armageddon is bedding this picture alright My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour
I'm aching to see my heroine I'm aching, been dying for hours and hours I'm 18 and I need my heroines I'm aching, been dying for hours and nobody knows
I'm never alone now 'Cause I'm with her, with her, with her And nobody knows I'm never alone now 'Cause I'm with her, with her, with her And nobody knows I'm never alone now 'Cause I'm with her, with her, with herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
