A rainbow to cross
A moonflower to pick
Like a spring sprig of camellias.
I've got a punch bowl of wine
And a heart chased in gold
For you my one true love
I've got a kiss held back manifold.
I've got a vine to climb your arbour
And I'll be your damask heady rose
I'll wear your evening white shirt
And we'll share in each other's oohs.
As we curl each other's toes
As we curl in each other's throes
As we curl each other's toes
Oh I've got a whisper to case
I've got a punch bowl of wine
I've got a vine to climb your arbour
And follow all your tempos…
I've got a whisper to chase
A rainbow to cross
A moonflower to pick
Like a spring sprig of camellias.
I've got a punch bowl of wine
And a heart chased in gold
For you my one true love
I've got a kiss held back manifold.
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