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Zezo
My Scene
In the arms of a dark-haired girl, I almost die one fine day
I still remember my love scene
A lantern lit, a wardrobe wide open
A crumpled dress under a lipstick
A beer in a glass, a guitar on the wall
And a hammock inviting me to sway
In the corner of the bed, a radio at half volume
And the scent of love and perfume in the air
On a mat, my shoe steps on her shoe
On the chair, that beautiful saddle of mine
Next to my old hunting bag
What a temptation
My dark-haired girl kissing me like a bee
And the sly moon peeking through the roof's crack
Capturing my love scene
On a mat, my shoe steps on her shoe
On the chair, that beautiful saddle of mine
Next to my old hunting bag
What a temptation
My dark-haired girl kissing me like a bee
And the sly moon peeking through the roof's crack
Capturing my love scene
In the arms of a dark-haired girl, I almost die one fine day
I still remember my love scene
A lantern lit, a wardrobe wide open
A crumpled dress under a lipstick
A beer in a glass, a guitar on the wall
And a hammock inviting me to sway
In the corner of the bed, a radio at half volume
And the scent of love and perfume in the air
On a mat, my shoe steps on her shoe
On the chair, that beautiful saddle of mine
Next to my old hunting bag
What a temptation
My dark-haired girl kissing me like a bee
And the sly moon peeking through the roof's crack
Capturing my love scene
On a mat, my shoe steps on her shoe
On the chair, that beautiful saddle of mine
Next to my old hunting bag
What a temptation
My dark-haired girl kissing me like a bee
And the sly moon peeking through the roof's crack
Capturing my love scene
