A Song – Michel Montecrossa

A song can be the conscience of the world.
A song can be like love always on the verge,
the animal within and the day after,
the slave and the king,
the viper and the master.
A song can be the blood in your heart.
A song can be the light, can be the dark.

A song can be the bleeding of the wrong.
A song can be the wound, the rose and the thorn,
the stripper on the table and moment on the mount,
the unexpected gesture when dawn drops her gown.
A song can be the blood in your heart.
A song can be the light, can be the dark.

A song can be the blonde, wanting more.
A song can be the impossible, the possibly more.
A song can be the young star, the power of a girl turned on.
A song can be like oil on the skin, under the sun.
A song can be the blood in your heart.
A song can be the light, can be the dark.

Evil needs no intro, wants to come direct.
Shaven and wet, naked with you in bed,
the truth can be as dirty, is making big effect.
My song is for the lawless, for the good and the bad.
A song can be the blood in your heart.
A song can be the light, can be the dark.

A song can be the fantasy of the main thing,
can be the almost virgin, can be the young that wins.
Can be the cheap search well below twenty,
can be the online honey wanting to make money.
A song can be the blood in your heart.
A song can be the light, can be the dark.

There are wonders of ambition
and there’s talkin’ about weather.
A song has eyes and more, knows that love is better.
There are the good girls for the hot and big.
My song sometimes even sings ‘bout politics.
A song can be the blood in your heart.
A song can be the light, can be the dark.

Horny for the best thing? My song will pull it out.
My song is she-adventure cryin’ out.
My song is the thing ‘bout secrets all around.
My song is like a dream, real and unbound.
A song can be the blood in your heart.
A song can be the light, can be the dark.

Life is the song of ultimate surrender,
the extreme ecstatic female wonder.
Male is the young, the optimistic hunger.
Idiotic terms can’t oppose lightning thunder.
We will meet somewhere in the silent night.
It’s the early hour.
I know that you are right.
I meet you with a song that caresses the earth.
It will last longer than a million births.
A song can be the blood in your heart.
A song can be the light, can be the dark.

A song can be the conscience of the one.
A song can be like love always strong,
the angel within and the time after,
the queen and the king, the riddle and the answer.
A song is like the blood in your heart.
A song can be the light in the dark.