Your blood tastes sweeter than wine.
Your lips get sweeter each time.
When I look into those baby-blue eyes,
I wonder if she's naughty or nice.
When she gets closer and closer,
I get this hunger, and I'm glad that I chose her.
Take my time and savor the taste,
Won't let anything go to waste.
Your blood tastes sweeter than wine.
Your lips get sweeter each time.
When I look at her little, black dress,
Why say, No? It's so good to say, Yes.
I like the way, the way that she dances.
Get this started, and skip the romances.
Take you down, you know what I mean.
Make you moaning, make you scream.
Your blood tastes sweeter than wine.
Your lips get sweeter each time.

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