Lorelei
ESL

She's the Godess of fire, as she's a-striding that chair,
Her looks of desire warming up the cool air.
She's a bird on a wire, soon to flit over there,
Her passions of life catch you quite unaware.
Lorelei, as pretty and as fragile as a butterfly,
In the sky, with movements as fast as the human eye.

Out in the garden, you look into her eyes,
The look she throws back, is like a desert that dries.
You want to get near her, you want her to touch,
Oh, fool of a human, how could you want so much.
Lorelei, the garden looks fallow when in back of her kind.
Butterfly, the flowers so shallow they're out of your mind.

Gimme a newsflash, she's out of her clothes,
This is a Lorelei, that nobody knows.
Gimme a hint, somebody gimme a clue,
I'm so hot and so nervous I don't know what to do.
Lorelei, as pretty and as fragile as a butterfly,
In the sky, with movements as fast as the human eye.

I make a move, a move as wide as the cool evening sky,
There's no time now to question the how and the why.
Just in time, I now stifle one big idiot's cry,
It's so hard to percieve, that my woman draws nigh.
Lorelei, I don't mind getting scorched by my butterfly,
You and I, with movements as fast as the human eye.

Copyright © 2006 Ernest Samuel Llime. All Rights Reserved.