Isola in the Rain - Eighteen Visions

She held my hand

On a rainy day in Hollywood

Listening to Isola talk

And she let go

On a rainy day in Hollywood listening to Isola talk

She said to me, «Kiss me»

Kiss me kiss me kiss me bitch

Kiss me kiss me

Kiss me you son of a bitch

You son of a bitch kiss me

You son of a bitch kiss me

If you’re not gonna ride the rocket

If you’re not gonna ride the rocket

If you’re not gonna ride the rocket

Then get the fuck off

If you’re not gonna ride the rocket

If you’re not gonna ride the rocket

then get the fuck off

If you’re not gonna ride the rocket

If you’re not gonna ride the rocket

Then get the fuck off