blue eyes
blonde hair
makes you think
****
what's a woman like that
doing in a city like this
reminds you of times
more innocent
less crazy
before
the war
she fought against
she laughs
and i think
i don't wanna be
no womaniser
no more
kisses like sunset
at four in the afternoon
dances like a narcissist
only the best
the strong
survive
that ain't me