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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 plat, pas encore

Oh you make this song flow

Like the tea you designed

Trickling slowly down my throat

Like the billows of smoke qui coulent de tes levres