I met her on a narrow street of old Verona Her beauty’s magical, her name was Lady Mona She rolled a cigarette between her diva fingers A little cherry smoke around her gently lingers
She had a long deep fire-coloured autumn hair That with the wind dance as if out of very care Her eyes are brighter, gayer then azure sapphires Two little diamonds that can start unholy fires
Her ******* are full of life, the sweetest goddess milk It taste like childhood memories wrapped up in silk The skin – an undiscovered lands of sinful wild It sends you on a trip so rough yet very mild
She was so picturesque, a genuine sugarbomb Like rays of sun that dazzle through a naked palm I pray thee, Jupiter, align the heaven stars And let me be the one who strikes of her guitars
Wish I could walk to her and ask her dearly out I feel so brave yet nervous, want to scream and shout I want to spill it out, express my inner passion But that’s not me behaving in such crazy fashion
Hell to the no! I go! I’ll spit my fire lines! I am a blonde! I curse those stupid *** designs I’ll offer things to her, I promise I’ll pushy ****, I am gonna offer her my cola *****
If men be ***** models, I shall be one too I have one in my mouth – a nasty point of view If men can flirt and conquer, so can ******* I This Aphrodite’s taken, she is only mine
I walk to her, approach her like the mighty Taurus Rehearse my lyrics, shuffle through my love thesaurus I smell perfume – ambrosia, nectar, lemonade… Formation, hold up, queen of… ******* Lemonade..?
“What is the name of thee, do tell me, pretty dear Just like the beauty goddess you to me appear By any chance you are one of the youthful Graces? Be careful, darling, I can see your leather laces”