Shes sashaying,
Down the shore,
In her pretty dress,
Light up the moon,
With your beauty,
And love,
The stars are blind,
And your love is fine,
Light up the moon,
The stars are wine,
And your dress is fine,
Light up the moon,
With your love,
Your dress is fine,
Light up the moon,
With our love,
The stars are blind,
The stars are wine,
And your Beauty is fine
Reynaldo Casison
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