Текст, перевод и аккорды “Cruella”
- How the story rolls Magic's taught and history's told A glory hole Which through gazed her eyes of gold Those veins run cold Mystery's wife evades her soul Scaring to and fro Tearing through the snow As she makes her darling coat Hoarding all the shawls Now her evil highness rose Kind of like Shakespearean prose Without the rose Avid as she sows Cruella grows Horace and Jasper stole So let the horror flow Black and white in hair Elegantly gaunt in frame A boney flare Which christened Cruel with creepy grace Always smokey air Circling one Lurch-Hepburn face In her head which filled the space Was the one hellacious taste As she aims her fate Nothing flees her sore embrace As the biggest mistake that Cruel ever made Was when she left her cave and started to reign As the love for her fades Our feelings won't change So my darling Cruella We see through the grey In her cold glare Loveliest and rare Frightened you'll soon wear And this elegantly haunting is so fair There's no reason to part from her cold lair She has all of the loveliest and rare Things which frighten at first But she'll soon wear She's a regional spark from this nowhere And this elegant loveliness so fair Taking strolls through the dark by the moon's glare As she listens for barks in the night air Always searching for marks on the white hair Cruel, you're so fair
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