o the sky grey 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 o 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 o 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 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 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