She walks in beauty like the night
Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers
Pornographic and tragic in black and white
My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour
I'm aching to see my heroine
I'm aching, been dying for hours and hours
She walks in the beauty of a magazine
Complicating the boys in the office towers
Rafaella or Della, the silent dream
My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour
I'm aching to see my heroine
I'm aching, been dying for hours and hours
Been dying for hours and hours
She walks in beauty like the night
Hypnotizing the silence with her powers
Armageddon is bedding this picture alright
My Marilyn come to slum for an hour
I'm aching to see my heroine
Aching, been dying for hours and hours
I'm 18, I need my heroines
Aching, been dying for hours
Oh, and I'm never alone now
Now I'm with her
What does this song mean to you?