witch - wife
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine.
She learned her hands in fairy-tale,
and her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs,
In the sun´tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a strings of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
REF: She loves me all that she can
And her ways to my ways resign!
She was not!!!... for any man
She loves me all that she can
And she never be will be all mine...
She was not!!!... for any man.
You can touch her body
But you´l never touch ? her soul!
You can put, her chains on...
...but you´l never make her love you!
She has more hair than she needs,
In the sun´tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a strings of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
Medzi RF: And all i can win
Is her smile /is her smile.../
...in the wind!
RF:...