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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
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Scrawled In Sap
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| 16 Horsepower |
