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Subject: Belladonna

Written By: Dan Setia on 04/17/03 at 01:43 p.m.

Does anybody have the lyric for a song called Belladonna?
I don't know who the singer is but definitel not Stevie Nicks (Fleetwood Mac),  I think it was released in the same times as the Final Cuts from Pink Floyd ( I bought the both album at the same time) so must be around early 80's.
It's a Rock Ballad and some of the lyric is:
Oh belladonna never new the pain.......
maybe I am crazy maybe .......

the refrain goes like this:
Out of reach, out of touch
how you learn to hate(?) so much


Thank you beforehand for the answer.

Dan :P

Subject: Re: Belladonna

Written By: cs on 04/17/03 at 01:50 p.m.

By UFO - BELLADONNA

Oh Belladonna never knew the pain
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe it'll drive you insane
The open letter just carelessly placed
And you move in silence, the tea so delicately laced

* Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much

Came from passion, and you gave it a name
The fingers are poisoned like needles in the drivin' rain
So smile discreetly as you watch with such grace
Now I must slip away, but can you forget my face

*.Repeat
* Repeat

Subject: Re: Belladonna

Written By: Dan Setia on 04/17/03 at 01:58 p.m.


Quoting:
By UFO - BELLADONNA

Oh Belladonna never knew the pain
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe it'll drive you insane
The open letter just carelessly placed
And you move in silence, the tea so delicately laced

* Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much

Came from passion, and you gave it a name
The fingers are poisoned like needles in the drivin' rain
So smile discreetly as you watch with such grace
Now I must slip away, but can you forget my face

*.Repeat
* Repeat

End Quote




Thanks