Leather black silver girl
Sunset eyes long dark brown curls
Memories linger on
On and on

Quel-Que flowers and happy hours
I remember how you
Dressed in style
Shined your smile
But all the while you knew we'd never last

I wanna get inside of you
I wanna see love like you do
I wanna know what makes you tick
I wanna spill your bag of tricks

For a while you truly were
The very best part of my world
Your velvet kiss and tender touch
I miss so much

But the New York freaks turn you on
I'm sure you'll correct me if I'm
Wrong again, but understand
You blew my mind
As you slipped right through my hands


And so the night dressed in black
Laughs at me behind my back
Cause she knows I dream of you
It's the simple truth


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