She Was Smoking
She was somehow from a rare kind of bloodline
She was calling on my name last night
She was asking me for more like on cloud nine
She was hoping it would turn out fine
She was hoping right
She was picking up a rainbow from the skyline
And she was a twilight
I'm a worshipper of her, she's a goldmine
And I never saw her flying, but she might
She was smoking inside
(-Do you know what's wrong with you?
- No, what?
- Nothing.)
She was calling on my name last night
She was asking me for more like on cloud nine
She was hoping it would turn out fine
She was hoping right
She was picking up a rainbow from the skyline
And she was a twilight
I'm a worshipper of her, she's a goldmine
And I never saw her flying, but she might
She was smoking inside
(-Do you know what's wrong with you?
- No, what?
- Nothing.)
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Writer(s): Nicolas Vogel
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