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Big sweet greens and warm pale skin
Long silk dresses and dancing shoes
With a voice of gold like a bagpipe sings
How this drunkard must feel when he's had a few
Hair up tight in a ribbon bow
Long black stockings so comfortably in
And a mandolin sits between her legs
Three hours hence met and my head still spins
Are my eyes deceived to what is real
Like a book or a movie that I've just seen
But my thoughts are clear so straight ahead
Must be holding on to angel's wings
West side story at borders books
Fait aberration brought you to me
St. Christopher and i will come for you
So take your grace and cover me
Big sweet greens and warm pale skin
Long silk dresses and dancing shoes
With a voice of gold like a bagpipe sings
How this drunkard must feel when he's had a few
Are my eyes deceived to what is real
Like a book or a movie that I've just seen
But my thoughts are clear so straight ahead
Must be holding on to angel's wings
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