If you want to know what's written in the stars. And you're in Rio, go-to Barbarella's bar. With a magic circle as that company. Today she writes tomorrow's diary.
You know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight game. You dig that? I come from the game baby, y'know. I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that?.
He was almost handsome in a flattering light. She's a fading beauty alone in the night. She tries to catch his eye and get his attention. . He looks at her and she turns away.
Oh, how sweet, the pain like silver. Your blood is blue and green at night. Your eyes seek fear, your sighs are tears. Of long lost, loving passion. Your veins are hot with anguished blood.