Temptation
Rusted brandy in a diamond glassEverything is made from dreamsTime is made from honey slow and sweetOnly the fools know what it meansTemptation, temptation, temptationoh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist.
I know that she is made of smokeBut I've lost my wayShe knows that I am brokeSo that I must playTemptation, temptation, temptationOh, whoa, temptation, temptation, I can't resist.
Dutch pink and Italian blueShe is there waiting for youMy will has disappearedNow my confusion's oh so clearTemptation, temptation, temptationWhoa, whoa, temptation, temptationI can't resist.