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The night was telling tales of a deeper shade of blue To see her was more than you could Her royal slippers were falling from her shoes We were not impressed The more her body bled was the more she stained her dress Don't believe in what that old guy said A little flirt and you'd be giving head So! Please be Please be Please be on your own This night grows older You better be alone I guess it's time for me to go away Because Denver's dead Your ruby slippers have been torn apart Your ruby slipper shave been torn apart Screaming for relief Playing tricks, wash them off his feet To be there is worse than you would think The soldiers in the pews are praying for retreat Letras de cancionesBut she was not amused The more they'd shout, "Amen!" was the more she got confused So not follow who cannot be led Don't let other thoughts wax through your head So! Please be Please be Please be on your own These days grow longer You're better off alone I guess it's time for me to go away Because Denver's dead Your Sunday slippers have been torn apart Your Sunday slippers have been torn apart From Letras Mania