Grapes of the Gironde

Oh god how I want a glass of Bordeaux to breach my lips
Gushing pleasure overtake my mouth with your French kiss

Linger a while upon my tongue, c’est l’amour, c’est l’amour
Fill my cheeks with your bold beauty, c’est l’amour, c’est l’amour

Caress my throat, invade me ever so softly
Lets rest a while by the Dordogen rivers

Kiss, we kiss to the songs of wind
Lips stain, I love you madly, je t’aime, je t’aime

Oh god how I want a glass of Bordeaux to breach my lips
Gushing pleasure overtake my mouth with your French kiss

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