oh, you make this song flow
you make it run
like my fingers down your spine.
you make it drool like the decadent wine
qui coule de tes levres.

oh, we met not long ago
but our steps intertwined
and our souls spoke their minds
as the intimate poems unwind.
et coulent de tes levres.

so let's not let a stereotype
define our love.
oh, don't let me wipe these tears from my eyes.
don't let me despise you yet.

pas encore
pas encore
s'il te plaît, pas encore.

oh, you make this song flow
like the tea you designed
trickling slowly down my throat.
like the billows of smoke.
qui coule de tes levres.

Lyrics submitted by piratekitten

Pas Encore song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top