11. Secret Sundays
Secret Sundays - JL Barjavel
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Can’t forget can’t forgive

Is what you said to me
And I just can’t believe
You’re leaving me



By the phone won’t you call
Won’t you write to me
Sleep is gone night is long
Won’t you set me free



I remember your eyes so electric
I remember your style sex is atomic
When you tease begging please
For a sweet release
Now you freeze and I’m going in a frenzy



I long for our secret Sundays
The taste of the sweetest whisky
I long for our secret Sundays
You and I in the darkest felicity

For the fun for the game

You said you wanted me
So we played without shame
Without a strategy



You saw me you saw her
I saw your jealousy
You saw us together
Now you’re my enemy



I remember your eyes so electric
I remember your style sex is atomic
When you tease begging please
For a sweet release
Now you freeze and I’m going in a frenzy



I long for our secret Sundays
The taste of the sweetest whisky
I long for our secret Sundays
You and I in the darkest felicity

I remember your eyes so electric

I remember your style sex is atomic
When you tease begging please
For a sweet release
Now you freeze and I’m going in a frenzy



I long for our secret Sundays
The taste of the sweetest whisky
I long for our secret Sundays
You and I in the darkest felicity



I long for our secret Sundays

The taste of the sweetest whisky
I long for our secret Sundays
You and I in the darkest felicity



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