الكلمات الأصلية
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The best fruit is the forbidden
And love is the path to forgiving
That which you can't attain
Sucks you to it like a drain
The love I feel it's so pure
I tell myself so I endure
I suffer pain which I can’t cure
If only I could love a whore
Sometimes I think I might cry
I never do and I know why
Because with love I will endure
If only I could love a whore
The neon lights go fizzing by
On lonely nights I wonder why
The love I feel it is so pure
If only I could love a whore
