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Bodega – Treasuress Of The Ancient World lyrics
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project she is better than this
She bounces ecstatic over mattresses. Air changes with the flick of a wrist
Well you could say she deserves anything maybe
But no one deserves nothing at all
I’m staring upon her back pretending to read the plaque on the museum wall
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project she is better than this
In ‘The Treasures of the Ancient World.'
I’m sensing for the scent of her secret
Well there’s a pleasure from the ancient world
I’m sensing for the scent of its secret
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project heart’s not smaller than this
There’s a camp full of camels. Burst like Roman candles
Men mount their saddles and forget what they saw
And any moment I could change everything maybe but habit has a hold on us all
Her hand’s now upon my back
The pharaoh is on the plaque on the museum wall
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project heart’s not smaller than this
In ‘The Treasures of the Ancient World
Sensing for the scent of her secret
Well there’s a pleasure from the ancient world
I’m sensing for the scent of its secret
What’s that? The scent of a secret
Rocks around
Horse looks down
Tail shaking around
Suez Canal
Rocks around
Horse looks down
Tail shaking profound
Suez Canal
She bounces ecstatic over mattresses. Air changes with the flick of a wrist
Well you could say she deserves anything maybe
But no one deserves nothing at all
I’m staring upon her back pretending to read the plaque on the museum wall
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project she is better than this
In ‘The Treasures of the Ancient World.'
I’m sensing for the scent of her secret
Well there’s a pleasure from the ancient world
I’m sensing for the scent of its secret
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project heart’s not smaller than this
There’s a camp full of camels. Burst like Roman candles
Men mount their saddles and forget what they saw
And any moment I could change everything maybe but habit has a hold on us all
Her hand’s now upon my back
The pharaoh is on the plaque on the museum wall
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project heart’s not smaller than this
In ‘The Treasures of the Ancient World
Sensing for the scent of her secret
Well there’s a pleasure from the ancient world
I’m sensing for the scent of its secret
What’s that? The scent of a secret
Rocks around
Horse looks down
Tail shaking around
Suez Canal
Rocks around
Horse looks down
Tail shaking profound
Suez Canal
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