Persian Mistress Songtext
von Visa

Now if you must know
I′ve been clinging on to doubt
No rhyme or reason just everything seems strange
And hey it was you who mentioned we should part our art on easels of shame

There, there now
You will heal somehow
You'll forget when crowned
By a fool who knew
Of me from the start
Persian mistress
Where′d you ever get that dress
It's as black as our mess

Now you walk along,
Hand in hand a sight too much
No man can stand
And since when do you cover yourself up?
Now that's enough its your place to run


I am free
I am free
To do as I want and as I please
You are free
You are free
To have whom you want and at your knees

There, there now
You will heal somehow
You′ll forget when crowned
By a fool who knew
Of me from the start
Persian mistress
Where′d you ever get that dress
It's as black as our mess

I want you
For all those fetish thoughts
I′ll have you
At almost any cost
I loved you so
I want you
For all those fetish thoughts
I loved you
I'll have you
At almost any cost
I loved you