Dreamt you crept up my stairs
in the middle of the night
You had a secret to share
'bout a lust you can't fight
You slipped under my covers
slid in between my sheets
Your touch gave me the shivers
then you turned up the heat
Chorus:
You're my forbidden fella
I can look but I can't touch
You're my forbidden fella
but I want you so much
Your kiss was sweet as sugar
so gentle on my lips
your touch was strong but tender
your guiding hands upon my hips
Oh so silently you showed me
just was was on your mind
No need for you to say
that you are one of my kind
Chorus
But I can't have you in real life
you're off-limits to the likes of me
So dreams will have to suffice
You'll remain my fantasy
You moved me sure and slow
You were taking your time
till I was ready to go
you took me over the line
You knew just what I wanted
and you gave it to me right
Now by dreams of you I'm haunted
every day and every night
Chorus
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Translated into Japanese and back again:
Forbidden Fella AKA The Kiss of the Hatchet Was Sweet
Night, it is on my stairway
which looks at the dream
It possessed the secret which it should share
concerning yearning which the hatchet cannot fight
Under my cover you inserted
slid between my seat
The contact of the hatchet, the tremble was given to me
then the hatchet turned with respect to heat
Chorus:
With fella where I am prohibited
as for me who can see it is not possible to touch
With fella where I am prohibited
But I think that we want it so
The kiss of the hatchet was sweet
with my lips as a calm sugar
Contact of the hatchet was strong
but the guidance of the hand is submitted to my hip
I am in the heart of the hatchet
the callous state so I was shown exactly with silence
There is no necessity for the hatchet
with one of my type
Chorus
But as for me it is not possible really to possess
In my same type off-limits
So, a dream must be enough
It remains in my imagination
Being secure, it moved me slow
I doing, until preparation did
time was spent
I was taken in the line
Exactly, as for me, the thing you knew
and gave to me the right thing you thought that we want
Every day when it commutes and the night
does loosely now with the dream of the hatchet
Chorus