Red's on bed in the shape of ardor
Loomed from the cotton of exalted water
Looks like beulah but it smell like sin
Open up the door, honey, come on in
Red's on the bed in the shape of ardor

Red's on the room with the big box beating
Trenched in loam, your touch entreating
Tempered to the treaties of Romeo's schemes
Mirrored in the blushing there at fevered dreams
Red's on the room with the big box beating

Red's on a roll like the aisles at prom time
Shinin' from the silver sheen and shaken from the night time
She open all the curtain let the day break in
She took me down to the roses where the heart red swim
Red's on a roll like the aisles at prom time

Red's on the checking of the traveler's bindle
p____in' of the finger on the sleeper's spindle
Barrellin' round the labyrinth of an old dirt road
Bearin' up a burden lookin' to unload
Red's on the checking of the traveler's bindle

Think of danger, think of fashion
Think of fondness, honey, not obsession
Think of colour, baby, think of passion
Think of colour, baby, think of passion

Divining red from your salted finger
Spring from a source deemed well at singing
Down in the darkness where the shadows roll
Shackled to the shifting of the undertow
Red's on the bed with your salted finger

Red's on bed in the shape of ardor
Loomed from the cotton of exultant water
It looks like beulah but it smell like sin
You just open up the door, honey, come on in
Red's on the bed in the shape of ardor

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