The lovely ladies,
Are having a thanksgiving brunch,
At their boutique lady friends boutique,

Sweet irises, roses, and sunflowers,
Lovingly adorn the boutique,
A groovy jazz ensemble,
With violins are playing,
Sensual and voluptuous melodies,

The lovely ladies, the exotic brunnette,
the golden haired lady,
and their boutique lady friend,
Are enjoying croissants, honey baked ham,
And delectable stuffings,
They have lovely lillies in their hair,
In their sun and evening dresses,

The sweet bellydancer,
they met at their exotic shore,
Is sweetly swaying,
to the sensuous jazz rhythms,
So mesmerizingly,
the boutique flowers petals,
Seem to enchantingly glow,
With the lovely ladies ethereal love,

The golden haired lady,
Misty eyed,
Tenderly sighs,
This is the sweetest thanksgiving,
With such beautiful melodies,
Flowers, and lovely souls,
That I will cherish forever,

The exotic brunnette enchantingly hums,
The drifters by the quaint boutique,
Streetlamps,
are so enthralled and delighted,
By the sensual jazz,
violins,
and the sweet bellydancers,
generous rhythms, they are lovely,
As the Vista vineyards evening flowers,

The lovely ladies, the sweet bellydancer,
And nice boutique lady friend,
Are so moved by the moonglow,
In the drifters gaze,
They give them a tender caress and kiss,
Along with enchanted bouquets of roses,
And sweet sunflowers
Reynaldo Casison