Scrawled In Sap

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