Mmm...dear, I love you dearly, but don't forget trouble I, used to find, and it was, in your mind...yeah I got red blood, and I got blood red wine Which
Mmm...dear, I love you dearly, but don't forget trouble I, used to find, and it was, in your mind...yeah I got red blood, and I got blood red wine
Translation: Rolling Stones. Blood Red Wine.
of my enemies, y'all remember me Nike's with the low goose on and I've been a beast Wildin' in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if I
were tossed about When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out From Lincoln Park the dark was turning Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of wine
Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if
of my enemies, y'all remember me Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if I die
(by The Rolling Stones) I saw her today at a reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose
ya deathwish, the useless get buried my a homocidal of unnecessary We be drinkin' royal wine, pumpin' wine berries I never drink the blood of Mary, ya
