It's so much better than a movie trip
It's so much better than a road to shady town
The coast the magic sky your tender lips
A paper moon's above this world that goes around
Under the paper moon
Into the mystic fume
Of martini night
We've nothing babe to hide
Under the paper moon
Being on sandy dunes
We can speak with stars
So happy two of us
While hand in hand the morning will be far
While hand in hand I feel the beat of loving heart
We blind of flame of this our fairy love
The land is sleeping and the paper moon's above
четверг, 14 июня 2007 г.
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