Dora 歌词

He stood naked outside the door Handsome with dark eyes flashing The winds blew straight in off the moor The sisters stopped their pacing Through the flickering firelight Shadows jumped across the floor Pounding hearts and rushing blood Romantic thoughts and fears Dora, Dora, looking in the mirror Acting out your mothers clothes Dreaming, dreaming No-one will ever know The autumn leaves are falling Through the dreary evening sky In St. John's Wood a woman waits Sitting on a leather sofa The psychiatrists smiles sadly and licked his lips As she uncrossed her legs The ticking o an antique clock Penetrates the gloom In the pitch black dungeon The slaves touched up the black paint upstairs the maid took details on the phone While the minister waited in the bathroom She's twenty seven and with a lovely figure Experienced in these careful arts The purr of an expensive car In the alleyway outside