I am the s**ual mark on your lips,
I am the genuine bite on your heeps,
You are a mighty pray for my kiss,
You are inside me for your bliss,
We've crossed our ways to build our ego, ego.
You can't escape hard s** relations'
You can't awake female sensations,
You want to taste my men selections.
I cry in my hell,
I did my best for the things I've gone through,
I fall in a yell,
I'd rather slaughter who is untrue.
Et c'est comme ca...
I am the docile queen of your sighs
I am the oozing star of your eyes,
I throw the feeling of your weight,
In a dark desire of your fate.
You have just mystic sensual request,
With lots of citric incest.
I cry in my hell,
I did my best for the things I've gone through,
I fall in a yell,
I'd rather slaughter who is untrue.
Et c'est comme ca...
I move in you like a frightened dove.
Enjoyment comes from above;
You lose your grove in my alcove
And I make s** without...
Love dies in your cry.