Hands are feeling cold,
my nails are well polished in velvet,
my skin are half open and wide,
with that silky dress I walk away,
oh it's rain pour and pour like hell,
but I don't run and I walk like model.
My eyes catch into yours like I see world,
and the night is like promises and fairy tale,
so we talk dance and laugh away as lovely,
don't go away and you say you can't find the way,
isn't...
