As she is crossing my path it shines like fireworks
Before a Heaven it is her I might observe
Her kingliness worthy of a king alone, no serf
Another one but me
I bear little majesty
When she moves dances all, her hips and arms all the same
All aglow in the light of this dame
She shows the grace and the chasteness all the others cannot claim
She has all which is foreign to me
She simply will not see
The more that I approach her, the more clumsy comes my pace
My body posture, tone of voice, and face
There are borders that despite a million soldiers cease to stand
Only ours, they will not be bent
He's got charme, he's delicate, he knows the gestures so pure
The easy living of this world is his allure
He is just as much that which he is not made to be
Yet the women cannot see
Of these things when he speaks
Oh, there is so much to shake up if you are willing to fight
But never this iniquitous plight