Brunette of mine
I'm gonna count ten
One is the sun that illuminates you
Two is your legs which command
We are three in bed, three
Brunette of mine
The fourth one comes later
Five are your continents
Six is my half parties of my half hot ones
I will keep on counting in a second
Good, good, good, good
Brunette of mine
Seven are the sins committed
They add up to eight with me
Nine are the ones I collect from you/
Nine are the ones i charge you
More than ten are felt
And from my part, remains what you gave to me
Give it to me good
A little here, a little to who
When you mouth touches me
It sets me on and it provokes me
It bites me and it destroys me
All of it, will always be few
And move it well; no one like you knows how to make coffee/ no one knows how to make coffee like you
my Brunette touches me and it kills me
It kills me and it ends me
we are going to Hell
even if its not eternal, softly
no one like you knows how to make coffee/ no one knows how to make coffee like you
When you mouth touches me
It sets me on and it provokes me
It bites me and it destroys me
All of it will always few
And move it well, well, well
no one like you knows how to make coffee/ no one knows how to make coffee like you
Well, well, well
Well, well, well
Brunette of mine
If this ain't happiness
May God descends and see it
And even if he dont believe it
This is glory
And from my part I put art
That which you give me
Give it to me
Take good care of it
A little that way, a little to who
Brunette of mine I'm gonna count ten One is the sun that illuminates you Two is your legs which command We are three in bed, three Brunette of mine The fourth one comes later Five are your continents Six is my half parties of my half hot ones I will keep on counting in a second Good, good, good, good Brunette of mine Seven are the sins committed They add up to eight with me Nine are the ones I collect from you/ Nine are the ones i charge you More than ten are felt
And from my part, remains what you gave to me Give it to me good A little here, a little to who When you mouth touches me It sets me on and it provokes me It bites me and it destroys me All of it, will always be few And move it well; no one like you knows how to make coffee/ no one knows how to make coffee like you
my Brunette touches me and it kills me It kills me and it ends me we are going to Hell even if its not eternal, softly no one like you knows how to make coffee/ no one knows how to make coffee like you
When you mouth touches me It sets me on and it provokes me It bites me and it destroys me All of it will always few
And move it well, well, well no one like you knows how to make coffee/ no one knows how to make coffee like you
Well, well, well Well, well, well
Brunette of mine If this ain't happiness May God descends and see it And even if he dont believe it This is glory
And from my part I put art That which you give me Give it to me Take good care of it A little that way, a little to who
(Chorus)