White Zinfandel,
The love of my life.
If you were a woman,
I would make you my wife.
I would make love to you every day.
I would listen always to what you say,
Kissing your lips whenever I may.
And when you pass away,
I would mourn you every day,
From the moment they lay
Your body into the cold, wet clay,
Until my own joins you there.
White Zinfandel.
