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O the sky grey orange |
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An the walls stained blue |
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An i laid right down on the golden satin with you |
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Into sween dark circles of beautiful eyes |
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I go round |
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O lord |
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I go round |
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Will you tell me once again |
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Cream white skin |
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You are my friend |
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I seen you walkin' and your white hips sway |
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O girl i will have you no more |
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To the moan in your voice |
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Not a charm do you lack |
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Your skin to touch as a black ravens back |
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But i cannot go far with these words as they rhyme |
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As to tell, of the pleasure, your hand in mine |
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An i pray as i say this song in this way |
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That your eyes they would close an your head begin to sway |
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An you'll feel how he heals with his blood on our skin |
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I am yours lady scrawled an thin |
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Will you tell me once again |
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Cream white skin |
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You are my friend |
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I seen you walkin' in your husband's way |
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Girl i will have you more |
