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Wine is better in your mouth
I love you, it's more tender in your voice
The night in your body is shorter
I'm getting love sick

I would like to walk your hair
I would like to be night in your skin
To think it was all a dream
Then discover you again

And love you like I would
Like a man to a woman
Have you as my thing
And I can't believe it

So mine, mine, mine, mine
that you are part of my skin
Meeting you was my luck
Loving you is a pleasure, woman

I would like to drink from your chest
The honey of the dawn
My fingers searching for paths
Reach the end of your being

Dance the waltz of the waves
Body to body, you and me
Melt with you in the shadows
And make you a love poem

And love you like I would
Like a man to a woman
Have you as my thing
And I can't believe it

So mine, mine, mine, mine
that you are part of my skin
Meeting you was my luck
Loving you is a pleasure, woman