We play conversational poker and come out with The ace of spades and high-heels to match!
But I’ve never been to Vegas And I’m not a gambling man - A glass of red!
Turn up the jazz Let me take your coat And after a dance - A glass of red
Your lips of Juno Are a glass of red!
Take my hand and lead the way We’ll be buried in stuffy old second-hand book stores Mumbling Homer and his Odyssey amongst dusty shelves I would look no further for a book called A glass of red Written in blood A thriller weaved post-apocalyptically
...but your kind ***** and firm sinews, after all is said and all is done, Are (your guessed it!) A glass of red.
I stole the last of a bottle of red from my Mum's pantry this morning and I found my muse...