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PARADISE LOST
(Sarah James)

 

You want to show me the kinda stuff that dreams are made of
You wanna show me your cosy little heaven on Earth
You oughta know pretty baby
I found myself a paradise lost

Sweet surrender truer than a lover's pretence
Ripe and tender, I pluck it like a thorn from the flesh
Oh heaven sounds good but, ooh temptation's best

And since I tasted that apple don't want
No-one shaking my tree
And since I tasted that apple don't want
No-one shaking my tree oh no
I don't want no sweet angel
Trying to sanctify me

And since I tasted that apple don't want
No-one shaking my tree
And since I tasted that apple don't want
No-one shaking my tree oh no
I don't want no sweet angel
Trying to sanctify me

Getting down with the snakes in the grass
I tasted one it won't be my last
And since I tasted that apple don't want
No-one shaking my tree oh no
And since I tasted that apple don't want
No-one shaking my tree oh no
I don't want no sweet angel
Trying to sanctify me

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