| Libertine |
| A word from her, is worth ten from me. Her main concern, is honesty. She beat the selfishness right out of me. Wild eyed child, she's my Libertine. My only books, were women's looks, And the more I read, the less I said. She wanted to search inside me, To find this so called, purity. She acts the films, that I can't see. The wild eyed child, she's my Libertine. My only books, were women's looks, And the more I read, the less I said. She showed me the, slim chance I'd got, And all the friendships baby, that I had not. Be sure she has, the guts of three. The wild eyed child, she's my Libertine. I know a girl she's got a lust for danger. Thinks being tough, makes her the new Lone Ranger. But when the chips are down, it's loving she craves. She's just another Aphrodite slave. I know a girl she's got a lust for danger. Thinks being tough makes her the new Lone Ranger. But when the chips are down, it's loving she craves. She's just another Aphrodite slave. My only books I know a girl she's got a lust for danger. Were women's looks Thinks being tough makes her the new Lone Ranger. And the more I read But when the chips are down, it's loving she craves. The less I said She's just another Aphrodite slave. My only books I know a girl she's got a lust for danger Were women's looks Thinks being tough makes her the new Lone Ranger. And the more I read But when the chips are down it's loving she craves. The less I said She's just another Aphrodite slave. My only books I know a girl she's got a lust for danger. Were women's looks Thinks being tough makes her the new Lone Ranger. And the more I read But when the chips are down it's loving she craves. The less I said Adam Ant & Marco Pirroni |
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