Your olive skin
made a fool out of me,
oh, Johnny, why?

I worship you like
no other,
I love you
so deep
it hurts,
so, Johnny, why?

It’s never easy to cross the border,
I am willing,
my darling, I do…

To sleep on that shoulder
and to kiss that wavy hair,
oh you prototype of mythology gods,
you worth it…

But why do you have to do that, Johnny?
Why do you have to take me lower and lower
and make me hellbound?

My darling,
your love hurts like a knife…
And my heart is wounded.
Oh, Johnny…,
you beautiful monster…

-LeLittle-

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