Kiss me againrekiss me and kiss me
Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt
This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt
Doesn t care if he gets hurt

Green eyesGreen eyes
Green eyesGreen eyes

If it were but a matter of faith
If it were measured in petitions and prayer
She would materialiseall fleshed out
But it is notnor do I care

Green eyesGreen eyes
Green eyesGreen eyes

So hold me and hold medon t tell me your name
This morning will be wiser than this evening is
Then leave me to my enemied dreams
And be quiet as you are leaving this

Green eyes...
Green eyesGreen eyes
Green eyesGreen eyes
Green eyesGreen eyes

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