Cinerama

Cinerama - Love lyrics

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J'aime l'odeur de ta peau le matin. 

Elle m'excite et je veux avoir mal. 

Lit chaud. Air Froid. 

Ton regard affamé me brûle, et j'ai besoin de sentir plus. 

Le sang sur tes ongles me fait peur, mais malgré tout je veux que tu restes. 

Je suis meurtrie et écorchée, et je devrais souffrir, mais tu me retiens et 

tout me paraît bien. 

Je t'en prie, crois-moi quand je te dis "Ne me quitte plus." 

Tout ce que je veux faire c'est être couchée à tes côtés, ici dans ce lit. 



(His)

I love your flirting 

And I love your fingers 

And I love your boots 

And I love your sigh 



I love your murmur 

And I love your freckles 

And I love the way 

You say "goodbye" 



I love the smell of your skin, in the morning 

It excites me, and I want to feel sore 

Warm bed, cold air, your hungry stare 

Delights me, and now I need some more 



I love your scratches

And I love your teasing 

And I love your sweat 

And I love your voice 



I love your riddles 

And I love your shivers 

And I love your curl 

And I love your toys 



And seeing blood on your nails just never fails 

To appal me, but I still want you to stay 

I'm bruised, I'm cut, it ought to hurt, but 

You enthral me, and that makes it okay 



And please, just believe me, when I say "Don't ever leave me" 

Because lying here beside you, is all I want to do 



The smell of your skin, in the morning 

Excites me, and I want to feel sore 

Warm bed, cold air, your hungry stare 

Delights me, and now I need some more 



Blood on your nails just never fails 

To appal me, but I still want you to stay 

I'm bruised I'm cut, it ought to hurt, but 

You enthral me, and that makes it okay 



(Hers) 

I love your stubble 

I love your navel 

I love your frown 

I love your heels 



I love your lipstick 

I love your biting 

I love your tongue 

And the way it feels 



I love your letters 

I love your phone calls 

I love your hips 

Your naked wrists 



I love your stories 

I love your sisters 

I love your tears 

I love your breasts 



I love your whispers 

I love your dancing 

I love your thirst 

I love your lies 



I love your tantrums 

I love your perfume 

I love your teeth 

Your big surprise 



I love your bleeding 

I love your mischief 

I love your eyes 

Those things you said 



I love your temper 

I love your trembling 

I love to lie 

Here in your bed 



I love your stubble 

I love your navel 

I love your frown 

I love your heels 



I love your lipstick 

I love your biting 

I love your tongue 

And the way it feels 



I love your letters 

I love your phone calls 

I love your hips 

Your naked wrists 



I love your stories 

I love your sisters 

I love your tears 

I love your breasts 



I love your whispers 

I love your dancing 

I love your thirst 

I love your lies 



I love your tantrums 

I love your perfume 

I love your teeth 

Your big surprise 



I love your bleeding 

I love your mischief 

I love your eyes 

Those things you said 



I love your temper 

I love your trembling 

I love to lie 

Here in your bed
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Language: French

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