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I feel your heartbeat in the pale moonglow
You see my lipstick´s red like Cherries in the Snow
What´s your intention? Don´t you think I know?
Your lips are glistening like Cherries in the Snow
The night is closing in The leaves are turning gold
We lose our innocence like Cherries in the Snow
Pleasure turns to pain Somebody´s moanin´ low
Someone´s come of age like Cherries in the Snow
How far can we go? How deep? How low?