Vintage Red

You're a vintage red

Beef well fed

You're the Tuscan sun

You're the only one

But all I really want, you see

Is to know you through to some degree

You're the mountain air

All things fair

You are Pointe Tofino, San Marino, Monte Carlo, Grand Casino

But all I really want, you know

Is to know you through and take it slow for a while

You are everything to me

The last decree, the guarantee

And I would go back underground

If ever you were not around

You're a cashmere sweater

Handwritten letter

You are Blonde on Blonde, but a whole lot better

And all I really want from you

Is a bit of time where time is ju

You're a damn good read

I think we'd all agree

that there is not a word in any verse that you do not exceed

So all I think that's left to say

Is you're not half bad, hell, you're okay

To me

You are everything to me

The last decree, the guarantee

And I would go back underground

If ever you were not around