Oh you make this song flow<br />
You make it run like my fingers down your spine.<br />
You make it drool like the decadent wine<br />
Qui coule de tes levres.<br />
<br />
Oh we met not long ago<br />
But our steps intertwined<br />
And our souls spoke their minds<br />
As the intimate poems unwind<br />
Et coulent de tes levres.<br />
<br />
So let's not let a stereotype<br />
Define our love<br />
Oh don't let me wipe these tears from my eyes<br />
Don't let me despise you yet.<br />
<br />
Pas encore pas encore<br />
S'il te plaît, pas encore.<br />
<br />
Oh you make this song flow<br />
Like the tea you designed<br />
Trickling slowly down my throat<br />
Like the billows of smoke qui coulent de tes levres.