Oh you look real good in your blue jeans and a pink sweater.
But in a cocktail dress i guess, you look even better!
I got your photograph, so your memories line up on the table.
But your gone with the wind, and I wish I was dead! Just like Gart Gable.
The sun goes down for a lonely four.
Like darkness and the temple of doom.
I need the God alive.
Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
Albino moon, where‘ you been tonight, hidin‘ behind the cloud, albino moon.
Albino moon, what‘s it all about, hidin‘ behind the cloud, albino moon.
Am I blind or am I right?
Or you light into my room, make my baby find her way back home, real soon.
Albino moon!
With your red lips on my daydream, imagine where together.
In the backseat of my car, on the shiny white leather.
I got your photograph, so your memories line up on the table.
But your gone with the wind, and I wish I was dead!
Just like Gart Gable.
The sun goes down for a lonely four.
Like darkness and the temple of doom.
I need the God alive.
Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
Albino moon, where‘ you been tonight, hidin‘ behind the cloud, albino moon.
Albino moon, what‘s it all about, hidin‘ behind the cloud, albino moon.
Am I blind or am I right?
Or you light into my room, make my baby find her way back home, real soon.
Albino moon!
Albino moon, albino moon, albino moon,
whoho, whoho, whoho, whoho, whoho, whoho...........
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