Baby I see your silky white skin
When I feel it I start to grin
Your fiery eyes tell the story
All about the days of glory
Your lips like a fine cherry
Forget about the rest of the berries
Your legs so long and so sleek
You make my knees go weak
When you walk by
Your perfume gets me high
You're always on my mind
And thats where I'm confined
I fantasize about a night of passion
But I could never meet your code of fashion
I can still wonder what might have been
And wish that I could feel your ivory skin
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