MaNdaRin LeMoN CaKe  

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It was always midnight when we see each other
Always under the pale moonlight
Where we made love like no other
Where I made her scream my name
Over and over and over again

Mandarin cake
My dear twisted mandarin cake
I still crave your sweet lemon lips
Your beautiful tongue as it searches for things
that are forbidden
Things that should never be spoken of

Never mind that we made love in your palisade loft
Never mind that we made love while your children were asleep
in the room next door.

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