"I was once out strolling
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one very hot summer's day
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When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest
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in a big field of tall grass
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I laid there in the sun
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and felt it caressing my face
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And I fell asleep and dreamed
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I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie
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And that I was the star of the movie,
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this really blew my mind
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The fact that me
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an overfed long haired leaping gnome
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Should be the star of a Hollywood movie
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There I was,
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I was taken to a place
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The hall of the mountain kings
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I stood high by the mountain tops,
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naked to the world
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In front of every kind of girl
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There was long one's,
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tall ones, short ones,
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brown ones
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Black ones, round ones,
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big ones, crazy ones
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Out of the middle, came a lady
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She whispered
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in my ear something crazy, she said
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Spill the wine and take that pearl
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Spill the wine and take that pearl
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Spill the wine and take that pearl
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Spill the wine and take that pearl
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¡Ú
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I could feel hot flames
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of fire roaring at my back
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As she disappeared,
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but soon she returned
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In her hand was a bottle of wine
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In the other, a glass
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She poured some of the wine
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From the bottle into the glass
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And raised it to her lips
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And just before she drank it, she said
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Take the wine, take that girl
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Spill the wine, take that girl
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Spill the wine, take that girl
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Spill the wine, take that girl,
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take that girl, yeah
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It's on girl, all you gotta do is spill that wine
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Spill that wine, let me feel,
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let me feel hot, yeah, yeah
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Spill the wine, spill the wine,
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spill the wine, spill the wine
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Spill the wine, spill the wine,
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spill the wine, take that girl"
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Spill The Wine
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| Eric Burdon & War |
