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Babylon
Oh sweet Babylon
Oh, city of pleasure
Keep me a glass of wine
Keep your riches within my reach
Reserve me your sweet daughter
I've escaped my bitter city
They've sent the guards after me
But I zoomed off in a wagon of curiosity
What is that green bottle?
I care for a sip
What sought of dried thyme is wrapped?
My lips want a breath
Your daughter is beautiful
I'll rent her for a night
Oh Babylon!!!
My desires long for satisfaction
I'll pay you anything for your services
Your riches are enriching like pure streams of water
I quench my thirst with it's flow like honey
Oh Babylon!!!
Beautiful city
Men blossoms as flowers get blessed by morning dews
Bless me with your beauty
Just one kiss
And I'll be fine
Oh Babylon,
Make me a prince in your castle
Dress me in royal robes
Oh Babylon
I love your peace
You give me peace
You bring me joy
You uplift the humble
My soul is dancing in triumph
My sorrow gone, sex is a genius
Pains burnt in wrapped weed
More friends in some gambled money trees
Worries flows away in a bottle of bear
Oh Babylon
City of pleasure
Oh Babylon
City of sin
I crave for you
I grave my life
Oh, city of pleasure
Keep me a glass of wine
Keep your riches within my reach
Reserve me your sweet daughter
I've escaped my bitter city
They've sent the guards after me
But I zoomed off in a wagon of curiosity
What is that green bottle?
I care for a sip
What sought of dried thyme is wrapped?
My lips want a breath
Your daughter is beautiful
I'll rent her for a night
Oh Babylon!!!
My desires long for satisfaction
I'll pay you anything for your services
Your riches are enriching like pure streams of water
I quench my thirst with it's flow like honey
Oh Babylon!!!
Beautiful city
Men blossoms as flowers get blessed by morning dews
Bless me with your beauty
Just one kiss
And I'll be fine
Oh Babylon,
Make me a prince in your castle
Dress me in royal robes
Oh Babylon
I love your peace
You give me peace
You bring me joy
You uplift the humble
My soul is dancing in triumph
My sorrow gone, sex is a genius
Pains burnt in wrapped weed
More friends in some gambled money trees
Worries flows away in a bottle of bear
Oh Babylon
City of pleasure
Oh Babylon
City of sin
I crave for you
I grave my life
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