By the small, gentle touch of a summer day’s breeze, I look up, and I vision a being to tease. It is you under parasol, reading a book. You are wonderful, just at to look. Slowly, I walk towards you, appearing to be innocent by my presence, with nothing to free, and I tell you, awareness and mind you just took. You are wonderful, just at to look. And you smile to me, saying, my darling, how sweet of you to say that. I am not on my two feet. I smile back. And I ask you, why reading a book? You are wonderful, just at to look. And you say, this book tells me of female and grace. I will learn what there is for the true man to face. I am honoured, I say. Tell me, what is the hook? You are wonderful, just at to look. [Instrumental] The book, you say, says innocence truly is it, by which to stare of man any woman is fit. And I laugh to you, saying, the Bible you read. You are grace, not to be so, you plead!
0/500