| As he’s entering Cherry Bloom’s bedroom
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| He can see she’s so afraid that she can’t move.
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| Says he’ll kiss her young blossom lips
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| She replied instead «I'll go call the police!»
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| He hates love more than he hates the law,
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| And laughs at her face, mocks her eyebrows
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| I am no demon" he says, «and I won’t marry you
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| But let me rest in your arms and surely pet you
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| Cherry’s a virgin who wants to know more,
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| Demon or not he’s the one she’ll adore
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| From a lily to a rose for him she’ll turn and
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| Maybe someday for her his heart will burn
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| Mrs Bloom has now sent all purity away
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| Loves the thoughts that in her dirty mind lay
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| In a slow movement, he’s invited bed
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| To take her body, and lose his head
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| My mind is whirling with joy and fury
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| I’m lighting cigarettes to breathe beauty
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| Each of our kisses smells like envy
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| But give me once again your lips
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| Both quite happy now they lay on the floor
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| She’s really in love he does know the odor
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| Rest in me, she says, I’m a cool clearing
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| But if you want no clearing, I can be anything
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| As he hears her words he can’t stand her anymore,
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| Makes her green eyes cry more and more and more,
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| Takes a porcelain pot very close at hand
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| And hits the pretty red head until the end
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| Her blood stained my hands, my shirt, and her sheets
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| But I like her more that way than on her feet
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| Her brain now slips on the floor like a fish in my fist
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| My mind is whirling with joy and fury
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| I’m lighting cigarettes to breathe beauty
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| Each of our kisses smells like envy
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| But give me once again your lips
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| My mind is whirling with joy and fury
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| I’m lighting cigarettes to breathe beauty
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| Each of our kisses smells like envy
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| But give me once again your lips |