They were young, children of the golden sun
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Oh , the love they knew, bore no heavy chains
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She was coy, played games with her little boy
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On his heart she signed her name
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Innocent and naive, tenderness would see them through,
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yeah
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Now he's a man she's no longer a little girl
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Passion and desire came to play
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Sister knew, mother didn't have a clue
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From each other, they couldn't stay away
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Innocent and naive, tenderness would see them through,
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yeah
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Now they're old, the fire they know will never burn cold,
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Their love burns alive
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She's still sweet, he still kisses her tender feet
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They know their love will survive
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Innocent and naive, tenderness will see them through
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Innocent & Naive
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| des`ree |
