She had hair down to her shoulders- She said the right thing- In all the right moments- Her lips, hips- Fingertips moved- In the right places- As the sun went down- I got that feeling- That can heal all those wounds- Yet I knew under that skin- She was pure angel- And pure sin- You dance with those devils- Cause you can see angels in them-Birth sign: Libra
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