Please could you
Turn around
Drop your dress
On the ground
Step up here
Stand
It's hard to breathe in the city
It's easier to drink
Come
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
*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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