Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
Everything is made from dreams
Time is made from honey slow and sweet
Only the fools know what it means
Temptation, temptation
Temptation I can't resist
Well, I know that he is made of smoke
But I've lost my way
He knows that I am broke
But I must pay, yeah
Temptation, ooh, temptation
Temptation I can't resist
Dutch pink and Italian blue
He's there waiting for you
My will has disappeared
Now confusion is—oh—so clear
Temptation, temptation
Temptation I can't resist
Temptation, temptation, temptation
I can't resist