Vintage Red Songtext

von Jay Jay Pistolet

You're a vintage red
Beef well fed
You're the Tuscan sun
You're the only one

But all I really want, you see
Is to know you through to some degree

You're the mountain air
All things fair
You are Pointe Tofino, San Marino, Monte Carlo, Grand Casino

But all I really want, you know
Is to know you through and take it slow for a while

You are everything to me
The last decree, the guarantee
And I would go back underground
If ever you were not around

You're a cashmere sweater
Handwritten letter
You are blond on blond, but a whole lot better

And all I really want from you
Is a bit of time where time is ju

You're a damn good read
I think we'd all agree
That there is not a word in any verse that you do not exceed

So all I think that's left to say
Is you're not half bad, hell, you're okay
To me

You are everything to me
The last decree, the guarantee
And I would go back underground
If ever you were not around
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