If I tell you that she is perfect, perfect for real, would you believe me?
She was made from stardust and romantic beauty
An angel glowing on the edge of madness
The perfect proportion between innocence and certain perversion
If I tell you that she is real, would you said I’m delusional?
She walks among us, but her feet never touched the ground
Because she is made of beautiful music and romantic poison
She is the warrior that conquered my demons
She was the muse to my unbearable pain…
Never the less, every night she has my heart back at her feet
Because she is both, glory and perdition, love and indifference
She is all in white and the perfect rascal…
If I tell you that I gave her a kiss once would you call me a liar?