Please could you
Turn around
Drop your dress
On the ground
Step up here
Stand
Goodnight, lover
Lover, goodnight
Will we meet each other in a dream
Who's going to shoe your pretty little feet
Who's going to
We are like kids in a play
Set in the Victorian
Two men doubt through bars
One saw mud, the other stars
I
I think, I think I raced you to those crazy
Suspicion
Suspicion
Can make you blind
Just ask anybody with half a mind
If
*instrumental*
Another starless light
Another dim streetlight
Turn your head just right
Street
You alone are holy
And you alone are beauty
You alone are
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