Her eyes shine with a bright white flame
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When I see her, I feel hot, the body of an angel,
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But the signs are clearly hinting - the work of the devil
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You are for me, for me, for me a problem ...
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Her eyes shine with a bright white flame
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When I see her, I feel hot, the body of an angel,
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But the signs are clearly hinting - the work of the devil
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After all, you are far from an angel, no, you are a demon...
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Call nine-one-one - I know it will be hot
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We behaved badly, but we do not burn with shame
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In this garden we learned the sweetness of sin together
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I enter it without protection, because I took off the cross
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(Yeah) Soulless nymph, her eyes are empty
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(A) Outside innocent, but I've been inside
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I broke my own heart making a deal with her
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One eternity for two, seven mortals behind
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She's a drug, it won't be easy to wean
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She knelt down far from praying
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And your fate is in her hands! |
Only her choice
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Will lead to success or lead to suicide
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And I have nowhere to run, my legs are tired
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She sucks all the juice out of me
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(Comes and goes) And to summon the demon
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All I need is her number (six-six-six)
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Her eyes shine with a bright white flame
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When I see her, I feel hot, the body of an angel,
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But the signs are clearly hinting - the work of the devil
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You are for me, for me, for me a problem ...
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Her eyes shine with a bright white flame
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When I see her, I feel hot, the body of an angel,
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But the signs are clearly hinting - the work of the devil
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After all, you are far from an angel, no, you are a demon...
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Oh my God!
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She touches me, the skin is cold
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I don't seem ready, it's not easy to refuse
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After all, she is a bad bitch, and obviously nothing good awaits me here, and in the eyes
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I see only passion and lust, that's all I want now,
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and don't give a fuck about the signs, I'm tearing off my dress
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I don't care, you're not an angel, but you can fly, between your legs you have a gate to heaven (To heaven.
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I don't love her, what are you talking about?
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We do not leave the sofa, we are in hell with an overnight stay
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I have cockroaches, but they are useless here
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After all, her cockroaches from the movie "Men in Black"
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She's out of her mind, all the time in mine
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And this witch will find the way to her heart
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She has been cooking in this for a long time, because in the kitchen
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There is a separate cauldron in hell for people like her
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It either freezes me, then throws me into a fever
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And in front of her on a tray lies my soul
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She swallows it whole, but she is unlikely to choke
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(It is unlikely that she will choke)
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She keeps my feelings on a short leash
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It gradually turns into a noose
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And I say to myself: "Don't look
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Don't look into her eyes, they are shining..."
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...Bright, white flame
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When I see her, I feel hot, the body of an angel,
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But the signs are clearly hinting - the work of the devil
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You are for me, for me, for me a problem ...
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Her eyes shine bright, white flame
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When I see her, I feel hot, the body of an angel,
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But the signs are clearly hinting - the work of the devil
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After all, you are far from an angel, no, you are a demon... |