Woodlock

American Honey Blonde Lyrics

She was American honey blonde

Perfect reflection of

Venus the god of love

No comparison

Pour a little wine my love

Why don't you pour a little wine

She was American honey blonde

Lost direction

As she fell to me from the stars

First connection

Little light in my arms

Who's this little light

Ooooh she was carved in stone

Ooooh but more than blood and bone

Ooooh I wrote a thousand songs

But I'm still here

On my own