Pas Encore

Oh you make this song flow
 You make it run like my fingers down your spine.
 You make it drool like the decadent wine
 Qui coule de tes levres.
 Oh we met not long ago
 But our steps intertwined
 And our souls spoke their minds
 As the intimate poems unwind
 Et coulent de tes levres.
 So let's not let a stereotype
 Define our love
 Oh don't let me wipe these tears from my eyes
 Don't let me despise you yet.
 Pas encore pas encore
 S'il te plaît, pas encore.
 Oh you make this song flow
 Like the tea you designed
 Trickling slowly down my throat
 Like the billows of smoke
 Qui coulent de tes levres.
 So let's not let a stereotype
 Define our love
 Oh don't let me wipe these tears from my eyes
 Don't let me despise you yet.
 Pas encore pas encore
 S'il te plaît, pas encore.
 No mercì, pas encore.