Lisa Dal Bello - Black on Black Lyrics

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Black on Black

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What Are The Lyrics For Black on Black By Lisa Dal Bello?
Some things are so sacred...
Black On Black A pretty little altar boy Daddy's little pride and joy Change the water into wine Touch yourself and you'll go blind A warning signal from above A place where sinner's fall in love They say that opposite's attract So very strange: Black On Black Like pleasure and a little pain The sacred and profane Like a blasphemous contract Just like Black On Black A virginal trembling hand A frightened sacrificial lamb From a blinding light a shadow falls A code of silence quakes the halls A whisper to a piercing scream A love that's way too frightening They say that opposites attract So very strange: Black On Black Like pleasure and a little pain The sacred and profane Like a blasphemous contract Just like Black On Black Change the water into wine Touch yourself and you'll go blind They say that opposites attract So very strange: Black On Black Something's are so sacred... Like a leading question The power of suggestion Like the face of danger Like the kindness of a stranger Like a Judas Kiss Like pleasure and a little pain Immaculate seduction Absolute corruption Like a blasphemous contract No turning back Like Black On Black Black On Black Black On Black |
Who Wrote Black on Black By Lisa Dal Bello?
Lisa Dalbello
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What's The Duration Of The Black on Black By Lisa Dal Bello?The duration of Black on Black is 4:22 minutes and seconds. |
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