A past that left an aftertaste1,
The strange mix of our hearts driven crazy
That's enough, you know
I like quite a lot
Your hands on my skin and you mouth on my neck
It pleases me to please you, besides you, I care for nothing
It pleases me to please you, is it perfect, is it ephemeral?
Enough
Enough, my love
Just tell yourself that today,
My love is enough
Enough
Enough, my love
Just tell yourself that today,
Your love is enough
Quite bored, I must admit,
By the theorems and the false marabouts
That's enough, you know, I don't care
If we're back to back or down on our knees
It pleases me to please you, besides you, I care for nothing
It pleases me to please you, is it perfect, is it ephemeral?
Enough
Enough, my love
Just tell yourself that today,
My love is enough
Enough
Enough, my love
Just tell yourself that today,
Your love is enough
1. Or 'A past with an aftertaste', the line isn't really clear.