| Titolo | Choc o' late moon |
| Tempo | ROCK |
| History | 26/04/90 |
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Like an old Irish tale
full of elves and lot o'fates,
our trip has no plane
'till we get to that land.
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't was a long time ago
when I first thought 'bout that,
and the baby inside me
still refuse to grow up.
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I'm afraid of the sun,
sweet and made o' chocolate:
I could melt down if I
get too close to any fire.
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Your great heating love
anyway just shakes me on.
please show it to me:
go ! shock me on the moon.
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Shock, 'till late !
Shock me again !
I like you,
Chocolate.
Shock, 'till late !
Shake me again !
Have a Choc-O'-Late Moon with me ...
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"This way, or no way"
must be said to escape
everything we can't bear
or swerves off our joy.
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Not for sake of repeal,
neither spoil nor cowardice.
just a choice to be choose
by no(body) else than two us.
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I love you,
Chocolate,
more than other's
Honey Moon.
I love you,
love me too:
Leave for Choc-O'-Late Moon with me ...
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