A Fleeting Passion
Night covers us up with darkness
We become licentious and reckless
You suck and lick my skin, it's ruthless
You have no pangs of remorse
You have no pangs of remorse
I'm not ashamed that you exhaust me
It's almost heaven, nearly death
Don't cease it, baby, your smile's unbearable
And all your movements are indecent
And all your movements are indecent
We'll make an effort to forget
This June, this forest and this dusk
But passion again will flood us
And I'll become your thorny rose
Your thorny rose
How could I ever guess, ever guess
You wanted me for so many, many years
How could I ever guess, ever guess
You wanted me for so many, many years