(Sound of a playful, echoing chime)
Pink cheeks, soft and shy,
Grant a kiss, a fiery sigh.
Don't you dare, my love, to press,
For a blush ignites, I confess.
Paris holds this evening's gleam,
You, the rose, I, the blooming dream.
What fate awaits, we can't foresee,
Oh, Lord, in me, your love decree.
Oh, Lord, my heart, your colors pour,
Pink cheeks, soft, forevermore.
Grant a kiss, a fiery pour.
(Sound of a playful, echoing chime)
Lost in you, a mad desire,
Drunk on love, a burning fire.
Love me now, my heart's command,
Through eyes you'll enter, hand in hand.
Then do as your heart desires, my friend,
You hummed a tune, you made me bend.
My heart's alert, a signal bright,
"Ta-da-ta-da," the music's light.
My body sways, a rhythmic sway,
My heart's sweet chariot finds its way,
The meter of love begins to sway.
Pink cheeks, soft, forevermore.
Grant a kiss, a fiery pour.
(Sound of a playful, echoing chime)
I've seen God's art in your embrace,
Velvet touch, a timeless grace.
You've won the chance, a French delight,
My world perfumed by your sweet might.
My tender form, surrenders now,
A golden doll, and I, somehow,
A golden doll, our fates entwine,
Such a match, so divine.
A beauty bright, a disco's call,
Give love, present to all,
Singing songs of love, enthrall,
Stealing hearts, beyond the wall.
Pink cheeks, soft, forevermore.
Grant a kiss, a fiery pour.
Don't you dare, my love, to press,
For a blush ignites, I confess.
Paris holds this evening's gleam,
You, the rose, I, the blooming dream.
What fate awaits, we can't foresee,
Oh, Lord, in me, your love decree.
Oh, Lord, my heart, your colors pour,
Pink cheeks, soft, forevermore.
Grant a kiss, a fiery pour.
(Sound of a playful, echoing chime)
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