Tekster: Sixteen Horsepower. Scrawled In Sap.

Oh, the sky gray 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, oh 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
Oh 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

[Incomprehensible] I must confess
That was she claim to give you [Incomprehensible]
And my waitress

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, yeah 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

The sky gray, 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, oh Lord, I go round

Round and round
Round and round