Heroine

She walks in beauty like the night Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers Pornographic and tragic in black and white My Marilyn, come to my slum for an hour I'm aching To see my heroine I'm aching Been dying for hours and hours She walks in 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 heroine I'm aching Been dying for hours and hours Been dying for hours and hours She walks in beauty like the night Hypnotizing the silence with her powers Armageddon is bedding this picture, alright My Marilyn, come to my slum for an hour I'm aching To see my heroine I'm aching Been dying for hours and hours I'm 18 And I need my heroines I'm aching Been dying for hours and nobody knows I'm never alone now Cos I'm with her, with her, with her and nobody knows I'm never alone now Cos I'm with her, with her, with her and nobody knows I'm never alone now Cos I'm with her, with her With her