Literature
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VS.1
I let my cigarette hang down from my lips
i know you love to watch the curve of my hips
I see you in the corner of the room, dreadful and
tragic, my kinda tune.
With that sharp black suit and your devil's
smile, I can tell by your eyes, i like your
style.
CHORUS
You skin smells of lavender and rain
Your kisses ease all of my pain
I like red lipstick stains on my cigarette.
I try to live my life with no regrets.
VS.2
please will you tell me why you're all alone
do you enjoy your own company, dear?
perhaps you're silence is a better clue, how can a
woman like me love you?
you've been watching me for a while stranger
now don't hide yo