Pleasure Victim

Pleasure Victim, 4 minutes

Pleasure Victim
  • Pleasure Victim

Lyrics

Berlin

Pleasure Victim
Berlin
Pleasure Victim

We touched there was temperature
I'm not the same
Now I'm passing through your door
It's a pleasure game

you're the object of of my smile
I'm a life machine
Sentimental sound on sound
Time to switch the scene

you're the passion in me
You've broken down the system
You're the vision I see
A pleasure victim

simple figures fill my mind
Some I recognize
Bodies always look the same
Never see their eyes

to the touch there's always you
How can I erase your
Flaming candles, whispered words
Then your soft embrace

Written by CRAWFORD, JOHN BUCKNER
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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