Swinging skirt motion
Lazy as a feather
They do the pale blue light fantastic
Circles on a tiptoe
Those lips at the bar
Red lips with a cigarette
They look at me
Through silence
Silence of magic music
Music of silent magic
They belong to a pleasure doll
The door gets closed, spotlights on
Green eyes, what a contrast
Oh, what a contrast
Those lips at the bar
Red lips with a cigarette
Promise in the air
As red as the sky
Lips at the bar
Red lips with a cigarette
I swear to the air
As red as the sky
Ice-cold red lips
The passion's called martini
As dry as the desert
Smiling
Capricious
Her diamonds dazzle my wishes
She's calling but I on't hear her voice
They keep on singing
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