Perfect Night

She lives in a bottle with her friends

Nobody else seems to care

That she may never hold the throne

When she waits forever, holding onAs she combs her hair

I would love to be there

With a gun in my hand

With another manWatch me, baby with your red eyes

One more night to say goodbye

She may never hold the throne

As she waits forever holding onAs she combs her hair

I would love to be there

With a gun in my hand

With another man[Incomprehensible]

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I would love to be there

With a gun in my hand

With another manAs she combs her hair

I would love to be there

With a gun in my hand

With another man