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
  Now I'm with her