Sweet voice of birds, that sing and chorus
Your voice, sweet melody chorus
A skin that radiates, every lotions' friend.
How we talk, a blended symphony
Your eyes, a pearl in a jar of milk,
Hips made of God knows how, lady!
Hmnnn, but what tell me, lady
Why, why, your breath, makes me shudder?
A cat wouldn't nibble a thing from your palms, Why?
Sweet its true you are sweet in sight
That I long that is right
Just some force, not you, drives me away.
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