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Oh, you make this song flow You make it run Like my fingers down your spine You make it drool like the decadent wine Qui coule de tes levres Oh, we met not long ago But our steps intertwined And our souls spoke their minds As the intimate poems unwind Et coulent de tes levres So let's not let a stereotype Define our love Oh, don't let me wipe these tears from my eyes Don't let me despise you yet Pas encore Pas encore S'il te plaît, pas encore Oh, you make this song flow Like the tea you designed Trickling slowly down my throat. Like the billows of smoke. Qui coule de tes levres So let's not let a stereotype Define our love Oh, don't let me wipe these tears from my eyes Don't let me despise you yet Pas encore Pas encore S'il te plaît, pas encore |