This eyes of her aren't eyes
They are blue butterfly wings
who rest on me and then fly away
Why you? Bah just!
During I, pah! I fall
So my heart, we're going out
for going out and then running, running
and recatching this eyes of her.
She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful
This mouth of hers isn't a mouth
it's a wild and shy fruit
a powerful treat
What would you like me to say!
She doesn't speak, she humms
I have ears who are addicted to her, addicted, addicted
and all this because of this mouth of hers
She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful
This hands of her, aren't hands
(bah, what is this now?)
they are little bunnypaws
angellike sly humor.
It's like tickeling!
And my skin is sweaty and cold
and sticky and sticky I sweat on the floor
Nothing to touch her hands with
She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful
This chest of her is not a chest
Oh pity her breasts!
Well now, I don't know what to say.
It's the best or the worst
that I have ever seen
The hope of wanting a "Goodevening"
my brain doesn't believe it's eyes
She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful
This rear of her is sure to make a mess
A vivid language not a bad one
Very good choice!
You can see it in paradise
and when you return to earth
Able to do other things then praying
an obstacles in one's path
She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful
A well who is it who shut off the lights?
Ah but she'll return, I'm sure of that
She's back, ah well that's it!
Ah no, it's not her!
It's not her?
Ah no, but they are similar
Ah but they are strangly simmilar
My Lady!
She's quite similar to her
My, my, there's reason to it
My, but it's not the same...
She has way more beauty to her
She is still more beautiful!
She is still more beautiful!
She is still more beautiful!
Ohhh! Hello my Lady! :angel: :angel:
(Well it's a try, I hope it's not too disastrous)