Fitzcataldo & The Trivettes - Salem lyrics

She's wearing pantyhose under the skirt God only knows why she cut a hole There she guides my glove all along the silk road God only knows how much I'd be there ones more. Tight lose her breast her bra** jail her mask her tiger bite no road's beyond the foggy heights Holes in the sky smell of coffee and good wine it could be tasty like a Della Francesca's architecture appearing in the clouds Through the baroque pattern of her Cinti heels I find a road towards China treasure of mine gold in those flowers I find