Pretty Girl,
Dancing in the Cashmere Dew
Your dress but brilliant and blue
In this tiny apartment we sit
Your long waving hair
Is so Intimate.
I extend for a kiss
a soft supple lip is what I wish
So free so pure you are
Too Beautiful for troubles
Too beautiful for scares,
You are free of the ugly
No torment for you
Leave it to us
The ripped
Torn and Crude.