my house.
Country (aka Patrick)
(((pub music plays)))
Vines that are mine, and I'll never drink again...
till I see her come back from the vinards of france.
Now, who will I dine with, now oh how I cry since you
have gone darling to the vinyards of france.
Come back washerwoman, or I will not drink again cause the dark sky's have covered up the vinards of france...
So please come back darling to the place that you call home, leave dark skies behind and see what's in my pants.
(((pub music stops)))
Country
Country