ROMERO
La Petite Mort
In the morning hour
She was at his door
On valentines day
She became a whore
Up he rose to let her in
In an hour they had sinned
Mort
Never to breathe, never to leave
On that day she took his life away
In the morning hour
She was at his door
On valentines day
She became a whore
Up he rose to let her in
In an hour they had sinned
Mort
Never to breathe, never to leave
On that day she took his life away