paroles de chanson Sweeter Than Wine - The Brains

Your blood tastes sweeter than wine.
Your lips get sweeter each time.

When I look into those baby-blue eyes,
I wonder if she's naughty or nice.
When she gets closer and closer,
I get this hunger, and I'm glad that I chose her.

Take my time and savor the taste,
Won't let anything go to waste.

Your blood tastes sweeter than wine.
Your lips get sweeter each time.

When I look at her little, black dress,
Why say, "No"? It's so good to say, "Yes."
I like the way, the way that she dances.
Get this started, and skip the romances.

Take you down, you know what I mean.
Make you moaning, make you scream.

Your blood tastes sweeter than wine.
Your lips get sweeter each time.