Misc Your Songs - Greg fieler - taste of red

^GI dreamt a kiss it was the ^C2taste of ^Gred ^G Erotic poem to be ^C2read in ^Gbed ^DAnd those strawberries ^{Em Am C}yes ^Dplease

^GCome on honey put the ^C2red dress ^Gon ^GHaven’t seen it in ^C2way too ^Glong ^DAnd when you’re dancing^{Em Am C}oh p^Dlease

^GA bottle of red and we ^C2talk all ^Gnight ^GSweet massage in the ^C2morning ^Glight ^DAnd when you touch me^{Em Am C}I’m ^Dpleased

^GAlways be your ^C2valen^Gtine ^GUnwrap yours and I’ll ^C2unwrap ^Gmine ^DAnd when we lie down^{Em Am C}I’ll ^Dplease

^C2Had to choose someone, better than no one, ^Gwhy couldn’t it be ^Dme? ^C2I’ve always been there, you know that I do care, ^Gwhy shouldn’t it be ^Dme?

^GThe kiss I vow will be the ^C2taste of ^Gred ^GThe tender poem that we ^C2write in ^Gbed ^DAnd those strawberries^{Em Am C}yes ^Dplease