You came out of the night
Wearing a mask in white colour
My eyes were shining on the wine
And your aura
All in order, we move into
the boudoir
But too soon, the morning
has resumed
(Chorus)
I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon
You look like an angel
Sleeping it off at a station
Were you only passing through?
I'm dying for you just to touch me
And feel all the energy rushing
right up-a-me
L'amour looks something like you
The thoughts of you sends me shivery
I'm dressed in lace sailing down a
black reverie
My heart is thrown to the pebbles
And the boatmen
All the time I find I'm living in
that evening
With that feeling of sticky
love inside
(Chorus)
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