Woorden:
Torrini Emiliana Gun

Every day I see you looking in I'll be the smoothest thing to touch your skin You're longing to be loved but you're alone And your longing makes you shiver

Every day I see you looking in I'll be the smoothest thing to touch your skin You're longing to be loved but you're alone And your longing makes you shiver

Vertaling: Torrini, Emiliana. De Man With The Golden Gun.

Every day I see you looking in I'll be the smoothest thing to touch your skin You're longing to be loved but you're alone And your longing makes you shiver

: Every day I see you looking in I'll be the smoothest thing to touch your skin You're longing to be loved but you're alone And your longing makes you

with the golden gun. Lurking in some darkened doorway, Or crouched on a roof top somewhere, In the next room, or this very one The man with the golden gun