The story of a young lady
Is the tale I'm about to tell;
Although she knows no magic
She has me under her spell.
Her eyes are like two stars
Glistening up in the sky,
They're the color of the mountains
And could never tell me lies.
Her thick hair is dark in color
And reaches down to her back,
But even when its disarrayed
Its beauty does not lack.
Her lips are soft and tender,
To them mine have often pressed;
Kisses, when they come from her,
Are one thing I like best.
Her hands are soft and gentle
And oft are held in mine;
If they could hold me forever
Things always would be fine.
Her legs are long and slender
And are a sight I love to see,
I always find great joy in having
Those beautiful legs around me.
But I must say, best of all,
Is the thing known as her heart;
It is always faithful
Even when we are apart.
As you can tell, I love her
And now can no longer be saved;
This gorgeous, loving, passionate girl
Has got me enchanted, enslaved.