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Fangs of my love

People say that you, baby, let your hair hung down.
Eight-cylinder chariot is often parking by your house.
Young lion smiles, yeah
Brings the bottle of wine, yeah
Neighbors say that every night your blinds are down.

Why you don’t believe in magic,
How do you kill mystic languages,
I know, where are you now, woman
Keepin’ humid fangs of my love.

Cage has opened and your talking parrot flew out.
The brave musketeers of your heart were lost in the crowd.
You needn’t truth, yeah
You needn’t untruth, yeah
And old stupid fortune-teller keeps silence tonight.

Why you don’t believe in magic,
How do you kill mystic languages,
I know, where are you now, woman
Keepin’ humid fangs of my love.

The black scooner of your evil past will sail away.
Your streets will be lay across my flower-beds.
But look around, yeah
I’m down and out, yeah
Just you are too happy and never understand me.

Why you don’t believe in magic,
How do you kill mystic languages,
I know, where are you now, woman
Keepin’ humid fangs of my love.


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