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unmakes the bed
To find the perfect rhyme, extension of her time, san klene ta poulia as birds are crying
mi mou milas gia agapi
stin ermi akrogialia
Studies sylvia sexton, mi mou milas
and tightens her night gown
To find the perfect rhyme, and tightens her night gown, mi mou milas gia agapi
and tightens her night gown
San klene ta poulia, was not to take her higher
Was not to take her higher, she explains to her gas fire
mi mou milas gia agapi
Stin ermi akrogialia, the gas stove in the kitchen
stin adia akrogialia at the empty coast
Studies sylvia sexton, that rose and baked fast
San klene ta poulia, mi mou milas gia agapi
mi mou milas don not talk to me
And tightens her night gown, mi mou milas don not talk to me
She never ever sighs, she never ever sighs
gives her a new lease of life
And tightens her night gown, gives her a new lease of life
stin adia akrogialia at the empty coast
She hangs about her garden, mi mou milas Dimitra, the gas stove in the kitchen
mi mou milas gia agapi
And tightens her night gown, she hangs about her garden, san klene ta poulia
mi mou milas gia agapi
Mi mou milas gia agapi, she hangs about her garden
San klene ta poulia as birds are crying, she never ever sighs, of fantasies
the gas stove in the kitchen
Mi mou milas gia agapi, she explains to her gas fire
Gives her a new lease of life, mi mou milas
Stin ermi akrogialia at the lonely coast, san klene ta poulia as birds are crying, mi mou milas gia agapi do not talk to me about love
she never ever sighs
Mi mou milas gia agapi, a cigarette is always
Mi mou milas gia agapi, stin adia akrogialia at the empty coast, mi mou milas
She never ever sighs, she explains to her gas fire
Mi mou milas, stin adia akrogialia at the empty coast, there is a curse around her
She never ever sighs, stin adia akrogialia at the empty coast, petheni to oniro mas
There is a curse around her, gives her a new lease of life Galani, warms up her lettered past
That rose and baked fast, there is a curse around her, warms up her lettered past
Petheni to oniro mas our dream is dying, san klene ta poulia as birds are crying, she never ever sighs
she never ever sighs
Petheni to oniro mas, warms up her lettered past, mi mou milas
Petheni to oniro mas our dream is dying, she never ever sighs Dimitra, mi mou milas gia agapi
Mi mou milas gia agapi, to find the perfect rhyme
And tightens her night gown, gives her a new lease of life Galani, she now enters the bedroom
Stin adia akrogialia at the empty coast, mi mou milas Dimitra, the gas stove in the kitchen
Mi mou milas gia agapi, there is a curse around her
the gas stove in the kitchen
unmakes the bed
She explains to her gas fire, studies sylvia sexton An, mi mou milas gia agapi
Warms up her lettered past, she hangs about her garden An, she hangs about her garden