Marc Almond - Anarcoma

A stiletto scrapes the pavement
Leaving a red streak of paint
Breaks a sweat upon the sailors
To them she is a saint
Tattoo on the muscle
That says
'In love forever IShe'll take them and she'll break them
Oh come hold me till I die.

Anarcoma, Anarcoma, Anarcoma
There's a ladder in her nylons
Where we can climb up to the stars
Join a queue of Borsalinos
As you bend over the bar
Tattoo on her muscle says
'Beware, Behave, be mineShe'll eat them up for breakfast
One at a time

Anarcoma, Anarcoma, Anarcoma

Well come on if you need loving
Date: 04.10.2018      View: 140