Standard (EADGBE)

x2 (Chorus)

She's a tiptoeing black cat in a limousine Cadillac

A re-animation after a heartattack

A bloodred carpet under my feet

A taste of magic under bloodred sheets

Chorus x2

As pure as the rain that's falling

She is as pure as S.I.N.

And all the sins are burning

All fires from within

With a Russian stew and a pile of the dirtiest rags

In a fivestar hotel where black men carry my bags

I slept all days away but I only dreamt of her

Who rides the Milky Way in a cheap fake bluefox fur

Chorus

As pure as the rain that's falling

She is as pure as S.I.N.

And all the sins are burning

All fires from within

Caviar for breakfast and death in the afternoon

We rode the sunset and made love under the moon

And all the angels watched silently as we passed

And painted skies in red, love's iconoclast

x2 (Chorus)

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She is as pure as S.I.N.

(Chorus)

Chorus x2

As pure as the rain that's falling

She is as pure as S.I.N.

And all the sins are burning

All fires from within