The night is cold and wet, with air heavy as hell
It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town
I'm staring at a goddess
She's telling me she wants me
I'm not going to waste one more second wondering how I've gotten so lucky
I want you
She smells like angels ought to smell
The perfect woman
The goddess
So a little info on the run, as I sit here lights
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