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