Vintage Red

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
You're the mountain air
You're all things fair
You are Portofino
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

[Chorus:]
You are everything to me
The last decree, the guarantee
And I would go back underground
If ever you were not around

[Verse 3]
You're a cashmere sweater
Hand-written 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 due

[Verse 4]
You're a damn good read
I think we're all agreed
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 ain't half bad
Hell, you're okay to me
(ah ah ah ah ah)

[Chorus x3]