Wine of a different house and colour comes velvety to my lips; transports me to lands I had not known, fills me inside with calm. Wine of a different man-made country comes sweet
In my mind I cheat on you my lovers stand in queue They come in every shape and size come ready to do my bidding. In my mind I cheat on you my lovers fill the hollows up and down
My men are full of vigour, have hairy chests, thick heavy arms Their smiles are wide, angular acts Their happy eyes invite me in Those hairy chests and heavy arms constitute a refuge until my mindstorm