Our skin like bronze and our hair like cashmereĪs we march to the rhythm, on the palace floorĬhandeliers inside the pyramid, tremble from the forceĬymbals crash inside the pyramid, voices fill up the halls We'll run to the future, shining like diamonds The way you say my name makes me feel like You're wet and you're warm just like our bathwater You showed up after work I'm bathing your body Top floor motel suite, twisting my cigars Then put your panties on in the mirror, Cleopatra Wake up to your girl for now let's call her Cleopatra, Cleopatra No more, it has killed Cleopatra, Cleopatraīig sun coming strong through the motel blinds No more she lives, no more serpent in her room Our war is over, our queen has met her doom
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