8
She whirls around the sun, I just cannot keep up with her pace
These poor eyes of mine never saw anything like her grace
She speaks of utopia and trades a kiss for a gun
Nothing is more powerful than the beauty of a woman
She used my burning heart to warm up her bones, with no regret
And I'm left here on the verge, I can't bet and I can't forget
So she gifted me a love song with a worn out ribbon
Nothing is more powerful than the beauty
...of a woman
These poor eyes of mine never saw anything like her grace
She speaks of utopia and trades a kiss for a gun
Nothing is more powerful than the beauty of a woman
She used my burning heart to warm up her bones, with no regret
And I'm left here on the verge, I can't bet and I can't forget
So she gifted me a love song with a worn out ribbon
Nothing is more powerful than the beauty
...of a woman
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Writer(s): Ala Abdulla Ghawas
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