Pomplamoose

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
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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