I sit at my rear window looking
over the rooftop of the opposite building

There's a woman who frequents there
she's tall and lean with ebony hair

I smile to myself as I wait
she ha mesmerized me, as of late

There she is now, right on time
she steps out in all her exquisite prime

I sigh, Ahh, she has such a carefree way
it's enchanting to see her joyous and gay

She strolls from corner to corner, then back
her happiness shows in each step of her tracks

I giggle as she skips and twirls
her head a mass of bouncing curls

She possesses my attention for this little while
she's my allusion of the Queen of The Nile