Her love is hot, but mine is not

This woman is a perfumed breeze
Greek Gods recline on her knees
I'd freeze the sun to kiss her ear

It all makes up the visions I call Domino
It all makes up the visions I call Domino
Right now

A suit of doubt she gave to me
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