I open the door, it's you
I came running, I see you are still trembling
Hot lips, hot hands
You are shining all over in the twilight
You slowly reach out
And look through the glass
You wave to the rhythm of the twilight
You stretch like a cat
I touch you and then you
You close black eyes
You wake up, you are shining again
the rose of the night is shining
You leave but you leave
A trace on the glass of lipstick
This nothing, she'll come
She'll ask again
Who's that lipstick on the glass
Who's that lipstick...
I open the door, it's you
She came running , I see you are still trembling
Hot lips, hot hands
You are shining in the twilight
With a slow movement you reach out
And you look through the glass o
You wave to the rhythm of dusk
You stretch like a cat
I touch you, and then you
You close your black eyes
You wake up, whole again You are shining
The rose of the night is shining
You are leaving but you are leaving
There is a trace on the glass of lipstick
It doesn't matter that she will come
She will ask again
Who's that lipstick on the glass
Who's that lipstick...

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