white wine in the sun Waiting for you in the sun Drinking white wine in the sun Darlin' when Christmas comes Well'll waiting for you in the sun Drinking
And left before the sun came up again But the sun came up again Into the morning light To find the day is burning The curtains and the wine In a little white
that bird flu from that grey goose, and i dont need no juice..just a little ice, and we can run around saturns ring twice. i like my wine white, yeah
to the mountain, I was drinking some wine Looked up in the Heaven, Lord, I saw a mighty sign Written fire across the heaven, plain as black and white
you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my last lifetime Now I write rhymes, sip white wine and let my light
? I ain't talking about walking down the high street I'm talking about laying on a bright white beach With a Pina Colada or whatever you'd rather White wine
've got it down Now there is no sun it's just a cellar Nowhere is sky it's just that black, black dirt Now there is no sun it's just a cellar Nowhere
white wine with wine, Late nights on the pave like, With Dave types, Chitter chatter with the latter, Wave bye. Behave right. Let's stay tight. When the shadows in the sun
of scotch an' watch lots of crotch Buy yacht with a flag sayin' 'Chillin' the most' Then rock that bitch up an' down the coast Give a toast to the sun
her life in honky tonks and the crowded backstreet bar A world of make believe that knows no sun, no moon or stars Just a glitter of the great white
there, but you're one light year, from my level Uh-huh yeah yo check it yo Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn
can't overstand hieroglyph So I called Killah Priest, and he taught me how to follow it I walked through the Valley of the Kings With a white robe, white
, untouchable CNN Is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen Channel 10, we break ten, win again Kid you on Pluto, homo'd out just like menudo Far from the sun
's got that brochure appeal But where's the wine that you poeticized Nineteen and pregnant and hatin' the means You responded to your thought dream cries CHORUS Sun
, "You know I can't wait till the heavy storms Cover the ground with snow" "And there on the pond the watercress Is all that don't turn white When the sun
I climb A mare and a stallion with traces so fine Stepping like dancers in three-quarter time The ghost of white horses on high timberline The ghost of white
remember the sun beating down across my back The taste of olives and pleasures that you taught me And we broke bread and then we drank cheap white wine
your demoniac smile in my brain Seduce me with the blood of the sunsets Lock me out from my body and it's pain The golden wine of the sun Deep rich purple, white
