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? Oh ♪ 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? Oh Oh-oh-oh, she was carved in stone Oh-oh-oh, but more than blood and bone Oh-oh-oh, I wrote a thousand songs But I'm still here On my own On my own, own 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? Oh ♪ 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? Oh Oh-oh-oh, she was carved in stone Oh-oh-oh, but more than blood and bone Oh-oh-oh, I wrote a thousand songs But I'm still here Oh-oh-oh, she was carved in stone Oh-oh-oh, but more than blood and bone Oh-oh-oh, I wrote a thousand songs But I'm still here Oh-oh-oh, she was carved in stone Oh-oh-oh, but more than blood and bone Oh-oh-oh, I wrote a thousand songs But I'm still here On my own On my own, own