You shake, I sweat, it stings
I ache, you’re wet, I cling
Your thighs, your breasts, my cheek
Your eyes, undress, don’t speak
Since when, on time, you smiled
Since then, oh I’m, beguiled
So pure, your skin, tiptoe
I’m sure, you win, don’t go
Like Gina Lollobrigida in «Belles de Nuit»
Like Gina Lollobrigida in «Belles de Nuit»
I stare, for too long, and you woke
Your hair, a song, I stroke
I’m glad, this breeze, so still
You’re sad, but please, I will
Like Gina Lollobrigida in «Belles de Nuit»
Like Gina Lollobrigida in «Belles de Nuit»
