Cécilia

Cecilia, your bed is way too hard
Yet we still dream sweet dreams there
Oh Cecilia, your wine is way too sweet
But I love the taste on your lips

Cecilia, when you're twenty years old
You've got all the time to be true
Oh Cecilia, if you're not
I won't hold it against you

You're beautiful and in your sixth
When we love, it's the seventh heaven
And so what if sometimes
The flowers that you get
Are from someone else, not me

Cecilia, your bed is way too hard
Yet we still dream sweet dreams there
Oh Cecilia, your wine is way too sweet
But I love the taste on your lips

You're beautiful, you're twenty now
And you love me just to pass the time
And time goes by and the season
Will come when I alone hold the key to your home

Cecilia, your bed is way too hard
Yet we still dream sweet dreams there
Oh Cecilia, your wine is way too sweet
But I love the taste on your lips

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Cecilia, your bed is way too hard
Yet we still dream sweet dreams there
Oh Cecilia, your wine is way too sweet
But I love the taste on your lips