Ive Grown Accustomed To Her Face - Andy Williams



I tasted your sweet lips, thrilled to my fingertips

Lips of wine, warm with fire, you are my one desire

Lips of wine, and they are mine



While tropic breezes play, while palm trees gently sway

Lips of wine, come to me, whisper low so tenderly

Lips of wine, and they are mine



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