Seven blonde women They gather in the square They raise their hands up to the sun Their skin is so thin and white You know their fathers must surely be
the staircase I was talking with my angel He said that beauty is only terror You know, when terror is just beginning I thought I heard some footsteps Lorraine
: Seven blonde women They gather in the square They raise their hands up to the sun Their skin is so thin and white You know their fathers must surely
