Headlong down your hallway with a head full Of sweet possibilities Though I know damn well here I go again hoping you'll See things my way My knock upon your door unanswered as it has been A dozen times before my love for you An unopened book Bittersweet bittersweet Ta bouche est tabou ta bouche est tabou Ta bouche est tabou ta bouche est tabou And my blood boils Your lips are closed to all alive and Breathing ambiguity The fullness of them guarded private property I would love to taste the sweet forbidden fruit And leave upon my lips the savor of your juice And my blood boils