Lauren Flans - Wine Country [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
It’s your birthday comin’ up, the 6th of July – yeah
Got a present so sweet, it’ll make you cry – uh
It’s a treat for your lips, girl, gonna make your mouth water
You been achin’ for this; it’s just what the doctor ordered

[Verse 2]
Climb into my ride and lean the seat way back
We about to go to heaven; ain’t nothin’ you gotta pack – uh
Close your eyes real tight; open your throat up wide
‘Cause soon I’m gonna fill you up inside

[Verse 3]
Bitch, I’m takin’ you to wine country
To show you you’re the only girl for me
We gonna take the 101
‘Cause the 5 is for faggots
(Golden State faggots)

[Verse 4]
Gonna shack up at a B&B
Ask them to recommend some wineries
But we’ll only patronize the ones
That are family owned
(Main Street, not Wall Street)

[Verse 5]
Ain’t gonna spare no expense; this vineyard’s all up on my dick – uh
I’ll drop a thousand on a Chateau Cheval Blanc if it’s sick – yeah
I’m-a make it rain; throwin’ so much cash I’m scarin’ ya
But for real, if it rain, they got an indoor tasting area

[Verse 6]
Later on, sex you up by a lake right as the sun is setting
Explore your whole body; not one part I’ll be forgetting
You’re gonna feel just like a princess in a golden palace
But no oral on this trip; girl, I gotta save my palette – uh

[Verse 7]
Mad respect for wine country
Sometimes we’ll have to pay a tasting fee
They’re in place to offset the cost
Of maintaining the vineyard
(Luxury isn’t free)

Break it down…

[Breakdown]
If we get peckish later on, we’ll get a charcuterie plate – uh
That’s meat and cheese and olives; all that shit that tastes great – yeah
Don’t look so surprised, girl
My tastes are refined, girl

[Verse 8]
Just ‘cause I got a grill and I’m a street hood don’t mean for a thrill that I can’t eat good
I didn’t come to Napa just to tap ya fly, tanned booty – nah
While we here, gonna sample wines both dry and fruity – ohhh
Girl, you fuckin’ fine, on fire in dem jeans
And if we’re drunk on too much wine, we’ll hire a limousine
We’ll go get some virgin olive oil; hump in it ‘til morning
‘Cause the fact that I know how to classify tannins makes you so damn horny

[Verse 9]
That night while you’re on top of me
We’ll review the finer points of viscosity
I’ll learn you up on malolactic fermentation –
Bitch, their ain’t no stoppin’ me
And when my junk’s in your mouth, you’ll detect a note of wood
The color and the clarity’s beyond reproach ‘cause it’s aged real good
And when I bust a nut, make sure to swish it around
Then exhale through your nose as you swallow it down – uh

[Verse 10]
That’s how we roll in wine country
I know some places we can drink for free
My Dad went to school with a guy
Who writes a wine-tasting column
(It’s called “Grape Expectations”)

[Verse 11]
We’ll commune with nature every day
I brought two copies of The Artist’s Way
Sunrise is the perfect time
To do our Morning Pages
(Stream of consciousness writing)

Girl, get your sweet ass in my Maserati
‘Cause we about to kick it like Paul Giamatti