Poppy Gene Tierney

Swimming, swimming, swimming
Looking for your ship, swimming
Ellen, Laura, Poppy
Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY
Other side of the word
Walking, walking, walking
Looking for your smile, walking
Ellen, Laura, Poppy
Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY
And the screen filled with cold blue eyes
Where you take everything that’s yours
From icy deserts to frozen palaces
From toxic loves in the Shanghaï hell
Never do I tire of your travel
And then you close your lovely blue eyes
I think of other places and skies
And then you close your lovely blue eyes
And your cold blue eyes
On the screen, there’re your cold blue eyes, cold blue eyes
Ellen, Laura, Poppy, Laura Poppy Gene TIERNEY
And the screen filled with cold blue eyes
And the screen with cold red lips
From icy deserts to frozen palaces
From toxic loves in the Shanghaï hell
Never do I tire of your travel
And then you close your lovely blue eyes
I’m in love, I’m in love with Gene TIERNEY’s eye.