| Written by Petra Matusinova, on 21-11-2008 12:18 |
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It's a quiet night in Zizkov. I am waiting here for you. I want to sing for you. Suddenly the bell is ringing, you are walking up the stairs and I put the music on: "I want you/you're the perfect drug,/the perfect drug/ the perfect drug..". Come inside baby, step into the darkness where all you can hear is my deep voice: " This magic moment/so different/ so new/when your lips are close to mine/will last forever..". I'm dancing around the room with my eyes wide open and I smile at you. You catch me by my hair, pull me close, your finger travelling on my lips, spreading the red all over my face. I hear you whispering: "I want you Renee". Now I see myself lying on the carpet and hear your deep voice screaming: "Heirate mich/heirate mich!". And I begin to laugh hysterically, tears crawling all over my red face and I can't stop... Great music for my first date.
Last update: 21-11-2008 12:18
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