| Enter She, with her scent of violetta
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| Yesterday gown, granny hand-me-down chiffon
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| Fragile She, with her beaded bag of treasures
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| Pale and pretty by the palm tree on the lawn
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| Enter Me: 'Do you wanna have a drink, love ?'
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| 'Yes' - she say — 'Perrier with a twist of lime'
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| Sexy She, with her see-through soft intentions
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| She for one was out to have a sober time
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| She is my lover, our kisses of passion
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| Leave lips bruised and burning
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| Bodies so close, we live as one
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| We stepped into a room Oriental
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| Where a Victrola played ole Pablo
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| Sad and distant like a melancholy maiden
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| From a movie in monochrome long ago
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| She is my lover, our kisses of passion
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| Leave lips bruised and burning
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| Bodies so close, we move as one
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| She let fall her dragon shawl from her shoulder
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| Dancing slowly to the sombre melody
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| I reclining on a chaise-longue, silken tassled
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| Quite enchanted by her delicate beauty
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| She is my lover, our kisses of passion
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| Leave lips bruised and burning
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| Bodies so close, we live as.
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| She is my lover, our kisses of passion
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| Leave lips bruised and burning
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| Bodies so close, we move as.
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| She is my lover, our kisses of passion
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| Leave lips bruised and burning
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| Bodies so close, we move as one |