They have really sweet hips,
And warm kind hair,
Its honey mellows you out,
swaying along the shore,
With the moon,
It fills you up,
My love,
Kisses her brow,
and soul deep with the moon,
Wanderlust winds takes them,
By the hems of their dress,
Like a modern vintage era,
We drift into caress,

You are beaming like nostalgia,
You are beaming with nostalgia,
You are beaming like nostalgia,
With sweet hips, souls. and moon
Reynaldo Casison