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