She was a bitch
In my dream she broke through a storm
She was the best girl in the world
But in the morning I found, that it’s not so
Because she was a bitch
I have been fascinated by her voice
She said so many beautiful words
But now it's not important anymore
Because she was a bitch
When she kissed me, I died of passion
I was plunged into sweet depression
But then she told me that it was not love
Because she was a bitch
And I remember, how we sometimes walked at night
If it was dark, she was the light
But everything I want to know, why it was so cold?
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