some night I feel like its sweeping me off my feet
when i repeat stories in my head walking down avenue victor hugo
oh its so romantic in my mind when i walk into the bar
with my hair all over the place and my cheeks so red
and my colour slowly rises when I realize i know absolutely no one and my loneliness catches me at my worst
but for some reason in the morning
makes me feel like I am loved eternally by mother nature
who makes me feel as wild as any amazonian woman
and as charming as any lady from an exotic harem
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