Lorraine, Lorraine
Lorraine, Lorraine
She's a poem
Rich in joy
Nice to listen
Nice to see
Nice to feel
Nice to give pleasure to
Lorraine, Lorraine
Lorraine, Lorraine
She is freedom
She is rhyme and love
She's the woman
She's sensuality
She likes love under the rain
Loving under the rain
With her, I go
Lorraine, Lorraine
Lorraine, Lorraine
God made nature
Nature made Lorraine
With that way of being
Innocent, gratifying
With that body
Healthy and alluring
And there's more to her:
She's too pretty
Lorraine, Lorraine
Lorraine, Lorraine
Lorraine, Lorraine