Текст песни American Honey Blonde - Woodlock

She was American honey blonde
Perfect reflection of
Venus the god of love
No comparison
Pour a little wine my love
Why don't you pour a little wine? Oh

She was American honey blonde
Lost direction
As she fell to me from the stars
First connection
Little light in my arms
Who's this little light? Oh

Oh-oh-oh, she was carved in stone
Oh-oh-oh, but more than blood and bone
Oh-oh-oh, I wrote a thousand songs
But I'm still here
On my own
On my own, own

She was American honey blonde
Perfect reflection of
Venus the god of love
No comparison
Pour a little wine my love
Why don't you pour a little wine? Oh

She was American honey blonde
Lost direction
As she fell to me from the stars
First connection
Little light in my arms
Who's this little light? Oh

Oh-oh-oh, she was carved in stone
Oh-oh-oh, but more than blood and bone
Oh-oh-oh, I wrote a thousand songs
But I'm still here

Oh-oh-oh, she was carved in stone
Oh-oh-oh, but more than blood and bone
Oh-oh-oh, I wrote a thousand songs
But I'm still here

Oh-oh-oh, she was carved in stone
Oh-oh-oh, but more than blood and bone
Oh-oh-oh, I wrote a thousand songs
But I'm still here
On my own
On my own, own