Shes hungry, hungry for life Every bound and ban cuts like a knife Shes willing to break down the walls When the nighttime falls Blue moonlight, shes wide awake Every breath of the dark makes her shake In silence shes slipping away on a moonlights ray Hot night, theres loving and spite In the lanes and in the alleys, darkness and light Hot night, the good and bads so close together The Beauty and the Beast, saints and demonskisses and bites The Beauty and the Beast in the dead of the night Hes longing, longing to stray Leaving back all the yesterdays clay Right down where the streets have no names The winds were never tamed Together theyre taking to flight Hand in hand through the maze of the night Dont follow the Willothewisp in the shadows mist Hot night, theres loving. . . The Beauty and the Beast. . .
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