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 slum for an hour      I'm aching to see my heroine   Aching, been dying for hours and hours   I'm 18, I need my heroines   Aching, been dying for hours   Oh and I'm never alone now   Now I'm with her