Trippy, gothic, romantic, dramatic tribute to the female sex
Simon Freedman
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I see it shining
Your female form
I feel your heat
Ooze through my bones
My head is spinning
My hands they shake
My soul is reeling
My head it aches
And it's aching for you
And I'm shaking for you
'Cause I
I do believe
That I'm having visions
Visions eternal
Visions of heaven
Visions of angels
And they look just like you
I dream in your hair
I swim in your eyes
I lay myself down
While you hypnotise
Christ I feel like I'm tripping
I'm out of control
For one night of your body
I think I just sold my soul
If only I cared
God I wish that I cared
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