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Leitch |
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Enter She, with her scent of violetta |
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Yesterday gown, granny hand-me-down chiffon |
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Fragile She, with her beaded bag of treasures |
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Pale and pretty by the palm tree on the lawn. |
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Enter Me : 'Do you wanna have a drink, love ?' |
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'Yes' - she say - 'Perrier with a twist of lime' |
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Sexy She, with her see-through soft intentions |
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She for one was out to have a sober time. |
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She is my lover, our kisses of passion |
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Leave lips bruised and burning |
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Bodies so close, we live as one. |
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We stepped into a room Oriental |
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Where a Victrola played ole Pablo |
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Sad and distant like a melancholy maiden |
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From a movie in monochrome long ago. |
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She is my lover, our kisses of passion |
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Leave lips bruised and burning |
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Bodies so close, we move as one. |
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She let fall her dragon shawl from her shoulder |
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Dancing slowly to the sombre melody |
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I reclining on a chaise-longue, silken tassled |
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Quite enchanted by her delicate beauty. |
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She is my lover, our kisses of passion |
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Leave lips bruised and burning |
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Bodies so close, we live as .. |
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She is my lover, our kisses of passion |
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Leave lips bruised and burning |
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Bodies so close, we move as .. |
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She is my lover, our kisses of passion |
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Leave lips bruised and burning |
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Bodies so close, we move as one. |
