She walks in beauty like the night
Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers
!@^*ographic and tragic in black and white

My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour

I'm aching to see my !@(%e

I'm aching been dying for hours and hours

She walks in the beauty of a magazine

Complicating the boys in the office towers
Rafaella or Della the silent dream
My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour


I'm aching to see my !@(%e
I'm aching been dying for hours and hours,

been dying for hours and hours

She walks in beauty like the night

Hypnotising the silence with her powers
Armageddon is bedding this picture alright
My Marilyn come to slum for an hour


I'm aching to see my !@(%e
Aching, been dying for hours and hours

I'm 18, I need my !@(%es
Aching, been dying for hours
Oh and I'm never alone now

Now I'm with her