Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt Doesn't care if he gets hurt Green eyes, Green eyes Green eyes, Green eyes If it were but a matter of faith If it were measured in petitions and prayer She would materialise, all fleshed out But it is not, nor do I care Green eyes, Green eyes Green eyes, Green eyes So hold me and hold me, don't tell me your name This morning will be wiser than this evening is Then leave me to my enemied dreams And be quiet as you are leaving this Green eyes... Green eyes, Green eyes Green eyes, Green eyes Green eyes, Green eyes
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