O the sky grey orange
And the walls stained blue
And 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 walkin' and 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

And I pray as I say this song in this way
That your eyes they would close an your head begin to sway
And you'll feel how he heals with his blood on our skin
I am yours lady scrawled and 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