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The Cure Three

I paint your nails and brush your hair Until you are so very beautiful I whisper in your ear and on my knees I tell you that you are desirable You don

? Close my eyes and hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow, never comes Deep inside the empty feeling All the nighttime leaves me Three

Simon is twenty in half an hour, so this is for him. Those down days When you felt so young And everything seemed You saw the people Around You Getting

You wear your smile like it was goin' out of fashion Dress to inflame but douse any ideas of passion You carry your love in a trinket hanging around your

You know you're a cute little heart-breaker You know you're a sweet little love-maker I want to take you home I won't do you no harm You've got to be

I want to be old And creek by the fire I want to smell of rotting wood It's all I desire I want my joints to seize up I want my legs to ache I want my

I went into the butchers I said wanted, wanted, wanted some meat Pass me some of that steak over there It looks so sweet I lost my heart to a meathook

Scream...

Traduction: The Cure. Three Imaginary Boys.