Meet me at the Vineyard

Darling, meet me at the Vineyard… when it’s nearly Midnight

I wanna be in your arms… feel your skin in the moonlight

I’ll explore every angle of you

We’ll get drunk on our love we have

Oh baby, meet by the Vineyard… when the clock strikes twelve—

Do you see pools of navy in the sky?

I wonder why, it’s so romantic?

The reason I employ this tactic:

I want to make some magic

With you tonight.

Oh! We mature like a fine wine:

I get drunk on you

You get drunk on me

You’ll suck my lips

I’ll press on you.

Meet me by the Vineyard… at Midnight

Meet me by the Vineyard… hold me tight.

Just don’t fight,

Meet me by the Vineyard…

I don’t wanna try hard:

This feels so natural

Vineyards are romantic

To me this is factual

I crush grapes in my hands—

Smear juice on you

Then lick it off.

Ink to write our destiny

Oh! You’ll taste so sweet

Or could it be sour?

Never with me.

Meet me by the Vineyard… at Midnight

When the sky turns inky black

Meet me by the Vineyard…

At the back, baby,

All you’ve got to do is meet me by the Vineyard…

Kiss me underneath the grapes.