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I met a girl at one of the top suites Of Burj Khalifa We danced all night until we packed up And left for Green Mubazzarah I miss her lips, and the way she belly-danced those hips As she shook her shoulders I miss the smell of her hair, I don't care If it takes my whole life to find her We were makin' love under the moonlight of Al Ain We were makin' love through the night I never knew her real name So I called her Arabian Eyes The sun came up and the girl was gone Her mascara left traces in the shower I searched the mountains, drunk with lust But no path led to her I miss her perfume, and the way it filled up the room As I went inside her I miss the warmth of her body, the way it took a hold over me I'd give anything to again be beside her...

Beauty has a name It starts with a Z And with an A Love has a face Projected by the eclipse It shows once again her foregone trace Even in death I want us to be together Our story should be immortal We will be together in the Hereafter All's well that doesn't end in hell, after all Beauty has a face With skin snow-white and eyes that dig into my soul Till the edge of the earth you I will chase Cruelty has a name Written on the palm of my hand Fate is therefore the only circumstance to blame I want to cement our relationship in gold Hereafter You are my eternal lover We will be together in the Hereafter All's well that doesn't end at all Take me down to the river Baptize me with your flesh blood Make sure I don't shiver As your soft ice-cold hands run down my chest Only moment where I cherish being hurt Putting reality and fantasy to the test...

Not sure if we're famous Or that it's a mutual thought between us Is adoration the only savior? In this world having such a bittersweet order And I wish all of them knew our story For it to be renewed in uttermost glory If it were made for the public Would you still make my heart tick? Our tale is still Unheard Of Though we are so in love Every purpose of yours I was made to serve Then how does nobody know the way we touch? May be we are underrated Yet still being anticipated Our drama could be played on the world's stage Showcasing how true love will never fade We should've been mentioned in the works of Shakespeare Being talked about through every ear You being my damsel in distress And I rescuing you from a glass fortress Our tale is still Unheard Of Though we are so in lust Any blessing of yours I was born to deserve Then why do we no longer feel the morbidity when we get hurt? And your figure is not unsung of Each man craving for a to...