| Headlong down your hallway with a head full
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| Of sweet possibilities
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| Though I know damn well here I go again hoping you’ll
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| See things my way
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| My knock upon your door unanswered as it has been
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| A dozen times before my love for you
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| An unopened book
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| Bittersweet bittersweet
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| Ta bouche est tabou ta bouche est tabou
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| Ta bouche est tabou ta bouche est tabou
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| And my blood boils
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| Your lips are closed to all alive and
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| Breathing ambiguity
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| The fullness of them guarded private property
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| I would love to taste the sweet forbidden fruit
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| And leave upon my lips the savor of your juice
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| And my blood boils |