And something is shining still, through the sunny pages and the shady ones, while I sweep away your name from a brand-new life, makes in your reasons and my alibis, makes in your good reasons and my alibis.
An old showy gipsy woman told my fortunes, and I’m bound to win, but I’d better be on my way, don’t trust this kind of things. Had I been just a little younger, I’d have destroyed them with my fantasy.
Now I know you got somebody else to kiss your famous lips, you will just blend his face with mine, but now you’ve got five aces, you must deal, you can’t await, because you’re tired and it’s getting late, because you’re lonely and it’s getting very late.
Sweet virgin angel, sweet rimmel venus on your way I remember well that night I needed for you to stay, just like a photograph, the way you smiled and didn’t say.
And those days have gone, winter time is knocking at my door, I still can make up while you play, and play that craft, all that I wanted was to held some more, oh, I get nothing, that’s enough.
Now I need somebody else to kiss your fancy lips, you’re gonna blend his face with mine, but I don’t mind, but now you’ve got five aces, you must deal, you can’t waste your time, because you’re tired and it’s your last dine, because you’re lonely and that’s your last dine…
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