Testo di Vintage Red

You're a vintage red Beef well fed You're the Tuscan sun You're the only one But all I really want, you see Is to know you through to some degree You're the mountain air All things fair You are Pointe Tofino, San Marino, Monte Carlo, Grand Casino But all I really want, you know Is to know you through and take it slow for a while You are everything to me The last decree, the guarantee And I would go back underground If ever you were not around You're a cashmere sweater Handwritten letter You are Blonde on Blonde, but a whole lot better And all I really want from you Is a bit of time where time is ju You're a damn good read I think we'd all agree that there is not a word in any verse that you do not exceed So all I think that's left to say Is you're not half bad, hell, you're okay To me You are everything to me The last decree, the guarantee And I would go back underground If ever you were not around