It was that time of the day again
He will soon pass the bubbling street of London
Many maidens will be at their window peeping down to the street
He never prove them wrong, he walked and smile
A smile that could melt the heart of an upright lady
Waving to the other folks, greeting the ones nearby
The attention they did do anything to have from him

He was the kind of man their mother warn them against
But no lady was going to yield to those warnings
He had the handsomeness any man should not have, his built was to be compared to that of the Greek gods
His lips is almost colored to that of strawberry
His body has a silhouette that a lady would fight for
Any lady would pray day and night to touch that luscious body

They will lay on their crouch on every afternoon he passes
They did dream and fantasied on the beauty that lay within those cloths of his
Thinking on what more a lady could as for