A stroke of luck that day when we finally met
Why forbidden fruits at last
Are always in God\'s heart?
Take my hand and be brave my girl
For certain we will cast
Loves hurt is a devilish task
Spare no blame of heart my dear
It will only cut you short.
Flower baskets flow thirsty loving kisses
Caught in a whirlwind of togetherness
A heartbreak hotel had nowhere left to hide
The sense of telling how a love of Paris shows
Where frolics play under pavements deep
Ah, were dancing and her blouse fell on my feet
When the tiptoe of her natural beauty gently sleep
Pillow talked of fairy tale princess and dress
A glass shoe reflecting a shine upon her smile
Now we know we have a tear here in my heart
Every day I try to make a brand new start
By watching her in her afterglow
And her love planet of gravitation pulling strings
Towards stars, towards space, towards Venus
And those fruits from God\'s existence spread
Widely, with a hope, I can love her dearly
But my love was left for dead.