Bob White

Heroine

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

Hypnotising 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