she lives in a world, world full of dreams
one hour pleasure then back to the streets
her venus is a needle she fears

she can’t see
she can’t see

her pure hedonism, her candy dreams
moon beams in all she feels
the world it lies the venus cries
the venus cries

the crowds in the streets
her waste in disgrace
so how ends the pleasure how ends the pain

her world is deranged
her world is deranged

charlamane the jesus all she sees
charlamane and moon beams
charlamane don’t close your eyes

words: holmes, lund
music: boa, lund