I don't know what to do with this, it's driving me insane.
I just can't go on with it, fancying you naked.
It's not that I don't want to, I'm not stopping for the shame.
It's just that I can go out to the street with the lust in my face.
Because I see you in every woman, but you are in none.
It's time to tell my mind to cancel that thought.
I just can't go on with it, fancying you naked.
It's not that I don't want to, I'm not stopping for the shame.
It's just that I can go out to the street with the lust in my face.
Because I see you in every woman, but you are in none.
It's time to tell my mind to cancel that thought.
Désert - Emilie Simon
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