"Pleasure Victim" as written by and John Buckner Crawford....
Pleasure Victim
Pleasure Victim

We touched there was temperature
I'm not the same
Now I'm passing through your door
It's a pleasure game

you're the object of of my smile
I'm a life machine
Sentimental sound on sound
Time to switch the scene

you're the passion in me
You've broken down the system
You're the vision I see
A pleasure victim

simple figures fill my mind
Some I recognize
Bodies always look the same
Never see their eyes

to the touch there's always you
How can I erase your
Flaming candles, whispered words
Then your soft embrace

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"Pleasure Victim" as written by John Buckner Crawford

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    General CommentA great song from Berlin, and not very well known. Not as good as 'The Metro' but definitly very good and wirth the listen :) Love the chorus.
    butterflykiss84on May 29, 2002   Link

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