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is dripping red wine.
The moon is singing.
The moon is singing.
She dances with lustful
gypsies in the town square
and she sips the sweet wine
dripping down onto her breasts.
The padre's furious curses
chase the gypsies
but the bawdy gypsies
ride unbridled in the city.
My virgin girl has waited
for May
for almost three years.
Tonight, the moon
is dripping red wine.
The moon is singing.
The moon is singing.
We lie on a little bed all night
and she drips her red wine
on the pristine white sheets.
chase the gypsies
but the bawdy gypsies
ride unbridled in the city.
My virgin girl has waited
for May
for almost three years.
Tonight, the moon
is dripping red wine.
The moon is singing.
The moon is singing.
We lie on a little bed all night
and she drips her red wine
on the pristine white sheets.
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