Oh, we're lost in translation Transient love Then you pulled up in and over It was over, yeah I found a personal salvation In your arms and eyes Did it hurt when you fell? Probably not, I could tell You're like? I would love to lay you Way up in the himalayas No, no need to modest, baby You appear to be a goddess, babe Sweet, unholy thoughts of you Let us pray Oh, heavenly father, wherever you are Could this be mine, all mine, all mine? Your body is a temple It just might be the temple of doom Got an indiana jones for you, baby There's a challenge for my doom You're like? I would love to lay you Way up in the himalayas No, no need to modest, baby You appear to be a goddess, babe Sweet, unholy thoughts of you Let us pray
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