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