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