Lyrics

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 Oh Lord I go round Will you tell me once again Cream white skin You are my friend I seen you walking An' your white hips sway Oh 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 walking in your husband's way Girl I will have you more Oh, 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 Oh Lord I go round