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You're lips are the fruit in the Garden of Eden.

If this is forbidden, let me be a heathen.

One look at your body fills me with sin,

In the face of temptation, I give in.

I would break all God's commandments to act out deadly sin with you

I'll deny him just like Judas if you'll make my dreams come true.

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