Don't cry, Isabelle
It's not the end of the world
So why are you holding onto me so tightly?
Your lips are suddenly on mine
And I can't tell you to stop
Because you're smothering me
Stop! I can't breathe!
What are you doing?
Don't touch my skirt
That's feels good, what you're doing
But it's vulgar and wrong!
My husband could catch us!
And you're not listening to me
You're crying again
I want to tell you to stop
But I don't know how
This time, I kiss you
And I don't stop