Letra
She’s like an old lady She gets a cold skin, a pale face She’s just a home lady A full moon on a black space So every Saturday She blooms like a night rose Smelling perfect sins But you don’t call her by day for she’s just a lady Resting on her wide bed Looks like a lazy whore The pretty lady Watching all the things stray And go away…
She’s a siren in the morning bay You won’t find her by day She’s looks pretty nice With her short Transilvania dresses She bumps all the guys With her not fully hidden breasts So every Friday night She puts on her sweet simle She was mine for awhile And of course I lost her next day I didn’t cry, I didn’t pray She’s a siren in the morning bay You won’t find her by day
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