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
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