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Fancy clothes went to ruin
That night of perfumed charm
If there were pick-up lines, they were original
Eased with salt-rimmed daiquiris

Tied bows of red yarn
Discarded among other faded fads
Once adorning my fair lady's luscious locks
Have been throne to the wolves that are
Second-rate fashionistas

Clad in silk
My maiden is drawn to my breast
Where I drape my hand upon her waist
Ready to dance among candlelight and waterlilies

Watch the moon rise
It adds a twinkle to your eye
One that makes stars envious

Will you be the love of my life?
If just tonight
Will you be the love of my life?