American Honey Blonde

She was american honey blonde
Perfect reflection of
Venus the God of love
No comparison
Pour a little wine my love
Why don't you pour a little wine

She was american honey blonde
Lost direction
As she fell to me from the stars
First connection
Little light in my arms
Who's this little light

Ooooh she was carved in stone
Ooooh but more than blood and bone
Ooooh I wrote a thousand songs
But I'm still here
On my own