tell me lies under the moonlight
or
just for a night make up
we are sinners
but
under this moonlight you look like a saint
maybe
god won't forgive us
nevertheless
you are mine tonight under the moonlight
with
your sweet lies

your words are a pampered art; combination of an italian riviera tide along with french reverie aura

in days i'm so happy and full of live
at nights i can't stop thinking about the things i would say to you
if you were here but you never