When she calls around her feet don’t touch the ground
As she glides along the hallway for her kiss
And as she’s leaning in I can smell her leather skin
And hear the jangling of the charms around her wrists
Savoir-faire, debonair, everywhere she goes they stare
She’s not of this world, she’s not of this time
I’d destroy my soul to make her mine
She’s on another page, you could never guess her age
The absolute epitome of cool
I don’t know where she’s been and where she goes I’ve never seen
With a wit that’s razor-sharp and twice as cruel
credits
from NOISE-DAS-NOIRE,
released October 31, 2019
Written by Craig Holtom.
Performed by das GHOUL.
Recorded, mixed and produced by Steve Bernard.