Love Song To A Stranger, Part II Songtext

They brought me a beautiful basket of fruitAnd two finger bowls of glassThe couch is gold with a floral designAnd the wine is Germany's bestAnd the wine is Germany's bestMy thoughts drift ino the frozen nightFrankfurt is covered with snowAnd numbly they ride on an icy windTo places they're longing to goTo places they're longing to goI remember the tall dark Irish roseWho held me in my limousineAnd slept with me under a burgundy quiltWith sheets of silk in betweenWell, anyway, that's how it seemedI thought I wanted to marry himHis face was sculpted by GodHis words were gentle and ever so trueAnd soft as the Irish fogAnd lost in the Irish fogI remember the boy from the monasteryWho wanted to be a monkBut he brought flowers and wine to my roomAnd we both got happily drunkAnd we both got perfectly drunkHe laughed like the chimes of a silver bellHis eyes were alexandrite blueHe danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deerAnd I wanted to marry him tooYes I wanted to marry him tooThere was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hillsKept telling me I was still youngHe spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the linesRound my eyes saying I was the oneForever that I'd be the oneHe drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songsHe was very much on the goWe followed each other for over a yearI couldn't have married him thoughSo we just lived in sin on the roadThere was that black eyed beauty from Boston townTwo days were never too longHe stood by the mirror and picked out a roseBut I already wrote him a songYes, I already wrote him a songSo here I sit with my basket of fruitAnd two finger bowls of glassI finished my bottle of Germany's bestAnd concluded my thoughts on the pastThat love is a pain in the ass