My Kind of Girl

I'm burning some trees and walking well on the seas I wanna see her She's destined to please, not minding kissing my lips I wanna see her Born with more than just a mind I know that she's my kind of girl Born with more than just a mind I know that she's my kind of girl Of girl Of girl The grace and defeat, the love and hate they do meet in her. Her eyes are divine, her blood does taste like old wine, Drink her Born with more than just a mind I know that she's my kind of girl Born with more than just a mind I know that she's my kind of girl Of girl Of girl I'm burning some trees and walking well on the seas I wanna see her Her eyes are divine, her blood does taste like old wine, Drink her