Oh, we're lost in translation.
Transient love.
Then you pulled up in and over.
It was over, yeah.
I found a personal salvation.
In your arms and eyes.
Did it hurt when you fell?
Probably not, I could tell.
You're like [?]
I would love to lay you.
Way up in the Himalayas.
No, no need to modest, baby.
You appear to be a goddess, babe.
Sweet, unholy thoughts of you.
Let us pray.
Oh, heavenly father, wherever you are.
Could this be mine, all mine, all mine?
Your body is a temple.
It just might be the temple of doom.
Got an Indiana Jones for you, baby.
There's a challenge for my doom.
You're like [?]
I would love to lay you.
Way up in the Himalayas.
No, no need to modest, baby.
You appear to be a goddess, babe.
Sweet, unholy thoughts of you.
Let us pray.
