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