This is a cover of an old italian song(translation below)
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Desperate loveShe looks like an angel fallen from the sky
The way she is dressed when she enters the "Blue Sax"
But she is bored leaned against a mirror
Among leather fanatics that gaze at her
Without poetry
She is wasting, she is wasting, she is wasting, she is wasting
She is wasting, she is wasting, she is wasting, she is wasting time
One night she met a nice guy
That night he was a lightning and looking at him was almost a shock
And coming back, coming back, coming back, coming back
And coming back, coming back, coming back, coming back home
She will dance
Among the lit up stars
And she will discover
She will discover love
Love
Desperate love
After that time she lost sight of him
She desperately waits for him every night at the "Blue Sax"
One dark and stormy night she was crying
That night her phone screamed like a rooster
He is calling, he is calling, he is calling, he is calling
He is calling, he is calling, he is calling, he is calling
She looks like an angel fallen from the sky
When they meet touching is really a shock
And trembling, trembling, trembling, trembling
And trembling, trembling, trembling, trembling hard
She will dance
Among the lit up stars
And she will discover
She will discover love
Love
Desperate love