Dance music from the corner bar Over dogs barking at a passing car And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
Hot night -- streets are full of life Carnival faces in rembrandt light And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
Half moon shining through the blind Paints a vision of a different kind And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
Wet limbs striped with silver light Locked together at the centre of the night And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
Night bloom filling up the room With the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
Animal grins and wild shining eyes Laughing and shouting we're a hundred storeys high And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
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