Rusted brandy in a diamond gla** Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation, temptation, temptation Oh, I can't resist Well I know that he is made of smoke But I've lost my way He knows that I am broke But that I must play Temptation, temptation, temptation I can resist Dutch pink and Italian blue He is there waiting for you My will has disappeared Now my confusion's oh so clear Temptation, temptation, temptation I can't resist