Sushi for Shabu
You keep calling me
You keep calling me
Angel of
Welcome to the Café Shabu
Permit me to introduce you to
In the shadows of the night come the friends of
The sky is full of dirty, aching air
That's burning a
Sitting 'round, talking 'bout old China
And how the ladies hair
God knows how long she was waiting on the mountain
Staring
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