Someone, black and beautiful, is lying on the beach.
She must be some kind of fairy, goddes or a witch.
I will volunteer my fingers - prisoners of her hair.
Where those legs are ending... let me be buried there.
I admit I didn't show her, all I really had to show.
With all my skill of talking, I still couldn't say Hello!
I would gladly wash her feet and I would gladly walk her dog.
Suddenly she sat and whispered, "Come on baby, light my fire!"
Mother Nature gave me a pair of ears and a pair of eyes,
witnesses that she exists, so shameless, but so nice.
Dancing all night long for her, with a red rose in my teeth,
I want to be her pocket clown, a fireman for grief.
Queen of pleasures! Queen of pleasures!
Give me back my heart and let me go away.
If she could read my thoughts, oh! how embarrassing for me!
All my exclusive charm is there, laid bare, for her to see.
It seems I lost the duel. Now I'm raising the white flag.
I'm asking her for mercy. I want my freedom back.
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