I met a girl last night
Her hair a fluid lucid illusion
Her motion a brisk frisk crisp
I met a girl last night
A girl called Sri Devi
With her brush she danced
My skin, her stage
With her brush she swooned
As my heart, to her, crooned
She drew a sun, and a musical note
In black and red, with heart she wrote
I met a girl last night
A girl called Sri Devi
Shyly, she held my hand
As the music grew louder, O the band
She wet her brush, dipped in paint
Let go of boundaries, all restraints
I met a girl last night
A girl called Sri Devi
Her hair a fluid lucid illusion
Her motion a brisk frisk crisp
She drew a sun, and a musical note
In red and black, with heart she wrote