Текст песни Drunk On Valentine - Beth Hart

Sunday apple wine
Drunk on valentine
In his easy chair, I'm lite as a feather
Slipping off my dress
The one he likes best
Jasmine in my hair, I'm soft as powder

My blue, blue all the time
My blue valentine
Cryin' for you is all that I do
But cryin' feels just like flyin'
I'm drunk on valentine

The sun may never shine
The rose may never climb
But you always got my fine, wild cherries on your mind
Been dripping from the moon
I've been all afternoon
Melting in your hands like smooth jelly, slow jam

My blue, blue all the time
My blue valentine
Cryin' for you is all that I do
But cryin' feels just like flyin'
I'm drunk on valentine

There will never come a day I don't cry for you this way
And thank the Lord above for giving me goddamn good love
Like ribbons in the sky, like bird's paradise
Your beauty's so profound
Not even the rain can make a sound

My blue, blue all the time
My blue valentine
Cryin' for you, that's what I like to do
'Cause cryin' feels just like flyin', mm, ooh, ooh
La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la

Sunday apple wine
Drunk on valentine
In his easy chair
Lite as a feather