Ghost Of The Robot - Patricia | Текст песни

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• Ghost Of The Robot
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She has a piano
And her hands dance lustily on the keys.
She has a pen and a paper,
And she draws her favourite people and one is me.

She wasn't supposed to be cool,
Now I'm her fool, but I don't care.
She's given me a passkey that has led me
To the world of...

Patricia, Patricia...
Patricia, Patricia...

Small breasts, curved hip,
Dark eyes, full lip.
Small hands, long arms,
Touch me, I'm gone...

Now, please,
Make your own cage.
Now she wants out,
Now she breaks out.

Now I sit here and I sigh,
'Cause the girl has gone back home to Germany.
I can't break through
And get to...

Patricia, Patricia...
Patricia, Patricia...

Patricia...

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