my little sins
transgressions
my thoughts
that go where
they should not go
but who, I ask,
who the fuck can
block a thought
that rises like the sun
and falls like rain
from a cloud
of beautiful sin
that is on my head again
and I am drenched
oh, I am drenched
in love
transgressions
my thoughts
that go where
they should not go
but who, I ask,
who the fuck can
block a thought
that rises like the sun
and falls like rain
from a cloud
of beautiful sin
that is on my head again
and I am drenched
oh, I am drenched
in love
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