Wearing a mask in white colour.
All in order, we move into the boudoir,
But too soon the morning has resumed.
I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon.
Were you only passing through?
I'm dying for you just to touch me,
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
L'amour looks something like you.
The thought of you sends me shivery.
I'm dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie.
To the pebbles and the boatmen.
All the time I find I'm living in that evening,
With that feeling of sticky love inside.
I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon.
Were you only passing through?
I'm dying for you just to touch me,
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
L'amour looks something like you.
I'm dying for you just to touch me,
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
L'amour looks something like you.