Forbidden Songtext
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Forbidden Songtext
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
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
Writer(s): Anton Brejestovski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
