Put some bark between our caresses
Find the strength to deny your buttocks
I have to think about it
Sometimes, I would like to hold my fingers
But I I don't have the courage to be good
When every Sunday, you come like an angel
Your way of giving yourself to me
As if everything is mine was allowed when you're in my bed
Perhaps it's purely sexual
But it's the same
When every Sunday, you come like an angel
The breath of your mouth on my neck
The orgasm of the shower like two owls
The two eyes round like thirty cents
The pleasure is just ours
When everyone on Sundays, you come like an angel
When you put on your beautiful red dress
Turn upside down and your breasts move
Between your red hair, I feel, I feel like a child
Who can play from time to time
When our bodies can't take it anymore, it's so hot
Let our skin touch each other, caressing our moist curves
I so want to say I love you
But I would be afraid that you wouldn't come back
When every Sunday, you come like an angel
When every Sunday, you come like an angel
When every Sunday, you come like an angel

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