In the Sunflower summer fields,
Shes a feast for the eyes,
With her long dark hair,
In the Bright, short day,

How did she get to be,
So fine,
How did she get to be,
So darn sublime,

Down the champagne avenues,
Shes a feast for the eyes,
With her short neon skirt,
And fine feather boa,
that accentuates,
the oohs and ahs,
In the long dark night,

How did she get to be,
So fine,
How did she get to be,
Hers, yours, and mine,

On the vintage and modern,
Shores,
Shes a feast for the eyes,
With her mango sweetness,
And mooncaressed thighs,
For the waves,
and parade of sighs
Reynaldo Casison