(барре) Her skin is like velvet Her face cut from stone Her eyes when she´s smiling Will never reach home But hear how she sings Her touch would be tender Her lips would be warm But when we´re together I´m always alone But hear how she sings But hear how she sings Hear how she sings Her skin is like velvet So I went to her home Her place like a palace With things you can´t own Her skin is like velvet And hear how she sings Hear how she sings...