Sweeter Than Wine - The Brains

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.