there's a word for the surge that you give me
when i'm looking for pleasures divine,
meanwhile december whispers of treachery.
incantations put us both in jepardy
let's be done with the nursery rhymes
there's a word for the surge that you give me.
we are caught in the thrall of heavy delicacies
when our lust is the perfect crime,
meanwhile december whispers of treachery.
your fingers have their own blessed memory
with the sweet taste of bitter lime
there's a word for the surge that you give me.
now be bold and prepare the weaponry
cos into the saddle i climb,
meanwhile december whispers of treachery.
fear of the future has its hooks in me
so let's explode now while there's still time
there's a word for the surge that you give me
as december whispers of treachery.
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