Song | The Edge Of Heaven |
Artist | Candlemass |
Album | Tales Of Creation |
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She likes it hot | |
she likes a tan | |
she steals my infra fed when I'm gone | |
oh no can it be | |
we're heading for a heatwave | |
Her legs are brown | |
a trace of rust | |
she's in love with a MKII deluxe | |
oh no can it be we're heading for a heatwave | |
Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled | |
she browns herself in a sea of olive oil | |
and I come around and she's relaxing | |
in the conservatory |