Don't let your love be wasted on me.
Amour fou, amour propre,
Hush.
Feel me bristling under this quiet hand?
Someday, today, I will accept it;
This peace of your skin,
This cup of your blood.
Amour fou, amour propre,
Hush.
Feel me bristling under this quiet hand?
Someday, today, I will accept it;
This peace of your skin,
This cup of your blood.
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