no time to conceal temptation
no reason to quench hesitaion
sun has hit the horison
whim has killed the reason
An angels has been left alone
cuz she has steped in a fobiden zone
sun sets behind her silky hair
she has no clothes to wear
no reason to fear
drunk with the first sip of beer
she has no reason to have a name
no reason to say no to a game
sits to wait
she knows no hate
believes in fate
that brings a mate
she looks at the sky
lets the wind pass her by
roses smell, wondering in air
has satelletd in her lovely hair
no word is spoken
no permission should be taken
no control, free as a gazelle
in dusk her eyes dazzle
free as if she is a feather
as if she is drown is laughter
Lord has given up his duty
Is busy only watching her beauty
she has one wish to have it done
she is alone, a virgin has gone
down here, under the heaven
in this zone, something must been given
here she is ready to fall
she always is a rose petal
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