One cloudy day
And I rolled the dice
I met her dancing
What a red surprise
Time seemed to stand still
In that darkened room
Her ringlets shining in the smoky gloom
“Wish I could tell you something about me
You could read between the lines
But every other word would be too much
Like this red wine”
But she can’t be mine
She can’t be mine
We went on rolling
And the sweat was real
Her hands on my head
Eyes in for the kill
Spellbound and speechless
By another look
Moanings and whispers
Pushing down the hook
Now it should feel a little colder
But I’m burning inside
I know our roads had to part
But I wish we could share our last ride
But she can’t be mine
She can’t be mine
Don’t you feel you getting colder?
Don’t you see I’m burning inside?
I know our roads set apart
But I wish we could share our last ride