I don't know you, woman,
I see your wit and charm
a soul so brave and good
fighting for just and right.

Can't help but wonder, lady,
what story behind that image
careless whisper boldly say
you are none of my concern.

And yet, my unknown friend,
I've done you wrong and bad
no word to say in my defense
my mouth forever sealed.

Yours is the throne, queen,
yours is the day and night,
table, bed, and memories
people and years you share
and paradise island too...

All and more is yours, belle,
you walk in sun and open air
while invisible ghosts linger
under silent veils of secrecy.

Baby, if love can ever be sin,
add cycles to hell's dungeon
no such space for all I feel
no such fire ever to destroy it

Forgive me, dear, if you can
I dare to love what's yours
I long to call it mine alone
just for one second of eternity...

Forgive me, sister, I have done to you
what I don't wish others upon me do.