Her skin is like velvet
Her face out from stone
Her eyes when she`s smiling
Will never reach home
But hear how she sings
Her touch would be tender
Her lips would be warm
But when we`re together
i`m always alone
But hear how she sings
Her skin is like velvet..
So i went to her home
Her place, like a palace
With things you can`t own
Her skin is like velvet
And hear how she sings
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