Letra da Música Pas Encore de Pomplamoose

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 coule de tes levres.