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