Michela Lyrics

When you touch me oh Michela
I become your little thing.
Oh, Michela do you know,
That you are wound of my soul.
When you touch me week man dies.
Cause you have smile of gods,
Oh, Michela try to be,
One small siren in the see!
Have you even see Michela.
Have you ever see my tears.
No, Michela I don't care.
I'm Your man and I'm fair.
Live me now, oh, please Michela,
And be faster then wild wind.
Oh, Michela that's the end,
Take back my heart in your hand!