Songtexte Forbidden - Caprice
Sweet,
pouting
lips,
whose
colour
mocks
the
rose
Sweet,
pouting
lips,
whose
colour
mocks
the
rose
The
flower
of
rose's
forbidden
fruit
Which
grows
insidiously
to
tempt
us
with
a
kiss
Rich,
ripe
and
teeming
with
the
dew
of
bliss
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