I touch your lips and all at once the sparks go flying
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Those devil lips that know so well the art of lying
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And though I see the danger, still flames go higher
³» ºñ·Ï À§ÇèÇÏ´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë°í ÀÖÁö¸¸ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ºÒ²ÉÀº ³ôÀÌ Å¸¿Ã¶ó¿ä.
I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire
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Just like a torch, you set the soul within me burning
ȶºÒó·³, ´ç½ÅÀº ³» ¾ÈÀÇ ¿µÈ¥À» ºÒŸ¿À¸£°Ô ÇÏ°í,
I must go on along the road, no returning
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And though it burns me and it turns me into ashes
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My whole world crashes without your kiss of fire
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I can"t resist you, what good is there in trying?
´ç½Å¿¡°Ô ÀúÇ×Á¶Â÷ ÇÒ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø³×¿ä. ÀúÇ×Çѵé ÁÁÀ» °Ç ¶Ç ¹¹ÀÖ°Ú¾î¿ä?
What good is there denying you"re all that I desire?
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Since first I kissed you my heart was yours completely
´ç½ÅÀÌ ³»°Ô óÀ½ Å°½ºÇÑ ±× ÀÌÈÄ·Î, ³» ½ÉÀåÀº ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ ´ç½ÅÀÇ °ÍÀÌ¿¡¿ä
If I"m a slave, then it"s a slave I want to be
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Don"t pity me, don"t pity me
Àý µ¿Á¤ÇÏÁö ¸»¾Æ¿ä
Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow
Å°½ºÇØ Áà¿ä, ³ª¿¡°Ô ´ç½ÅÀÇ ÀÔ¼úÀ» Áà¿ä.
Love me tonight and let the devil take tomorrow
¿À´Ã ¹ã ³ª¸¦ »ç¶ûÇØ ÁÖ¼¼¿ä, ³»ÀÏÀº ¾Ç¸¶¿¡°Ô Áà ¹ö¸®°í.
I know that I must have your kiss although it dooms me
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Though it consumes me, your kiss of fire
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