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