Music!

She looks like an angel fallen from the sky
The way she is dressed when she enters the Blue Saxon.
But she is bored leaning against the mirror
Among leather fanatics who look at her with no poetry.

She is wasting, she is wasting, she is wasting, she is wasting
She is wasting, she is wasting, she is wasting, she is wasting time.

One night she met a kind guy
That night he was a thunder and looking at him was almost a shock.

And coming back, coming back, coming back, coming back
And coming back, coming back, coming back, coming back home
She will dance among the lit stars
And she will discover
She will discover love...love...desperate love.

After that time she lost sight of him
Desperate she waits for him every night at the Blue Saxon.
One wolfish night she was crying
That night the phone screamed like a rooster.

He's calling, he's calling, he's calling, he's calling
He's calling, he's calling, he's calling, he's calling.

She looks like an angel fallen from the sky
When they meet touching is really a shock.

And shivering, shivering, shivering, shivering
And shivering, shivering, shivering, shivering strongly
She will dance among the lit stars
And she will discover
She will discover love...love...desperate love.