| Mmh, yes
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| Then I’d taken the kiss of seedcake back from his mouth
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| Going deep South, go down, mmh, yes
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| Took six big wheels and rolled our bodies
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| Off of Howth Head and into the flesh, mmh, yes
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| He said, «I was a flower of the mountain, yes
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| But now I’ve powers o’er a woman’s body, yes»
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| Stepping out of the page into the sensual world
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| Stepping out
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| To where the water and the earth caress
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| And the down of a peach says, «Mmh, yes»
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| Do I look for those millionaires like a Machiavellian girl would
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| When I could wear a sunset, mmh, yes
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| And how we’d wished to live in the sensual world
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| You don’t need words, just one kiss, then another
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| Stepping out of the page into the sensual world
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| Stepping out off the page into the sensual world
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| And then our arrows of desire rewrite the speech, mmh, yes
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| And then he whispered, «Would I, mmh, yes
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| Be safe, mmh, yes, from mountain flowers?»
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| And at first with the charm around him, mmh, yes
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| He loosened it so if it slipped between my breasts
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| He’d rescue it, mmh, yes
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| And his spark took life in my hand and, mmh, yes
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| I said, «Mmh, yes», but not yet
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| Mmh, yes
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| Mmh, yes |