Between weathered brick walls of 1896,
I soak in vintage ambiance,
I take warm vanilla sips.
From early spring cold my love and I
retreat for Cincinnati spice,
and in evening on roads over Rhine,
take we again the city for culinary venture.
Between margarita fruit sweet
and pasta scratch-made,
cap we the evening with more late-night trouble;
haunted speak-easy we find in old lagering tunnel.
No Roarin' 20s phantoms and every ghost I did miss,
'cause in this bar all I did was thirst,
thirst for my girl's Cincinnati kiss.
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