(Satine). I follow the night. Can't stand the light. . When will I begin?. To live again?. . One day I'll fly away. Leave all this to yesterday. What more could your love do for me. When
Satine. The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duals. But I prefer a man who lives. And gives expensive jewels. A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,. But diamonds are a
Satine. The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duals. But I prefer a man who lives. And gives expensive jewels. A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,. But diamonds are a
Satine. The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duals. But I prefer a man who lives. And gives expensive jewels. A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,. But diamonds are a