Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine Taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet I would still be on my feet
Oh, I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I'm frightened by the devil And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid I remember that time you told me, you said Love is touching souls Surely you touched mine Cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time
Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, yes, I could And I would still be on my feet I would still be on my feet
I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devil and your deeds She said Go to her, stay with her if you can But be prepared to bleed
Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine Taste so bitter and so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet I would still be on my feetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
