Cabaret, vintage thrill,
Lake lilles, drawn by a painter,
Vibrancy of art,
Like a dancer in a still mirror,
Like a sunflower, in a vase,
With no tears left to cry,

Shes honeyrain that felt like jazz,
Shes croissants with butter and pizazz,
Sway on, sway on,
you can make them sigh,

Like a midnight nightingale,
Shes the most exquisite thing to sing,
The most exquisite chanteuse,
Since roses bloomed,
She has it all, short yet tall,
Like a flamenco gypsy dancer,
Dancing in the plaza rain,
Sighing to keep from crying,

Shes honeyrain that felt like jazz,
Shes croissants with butter and pizazz,
Sway on, sway on,
you can make them sigh,
You can make them sigh,

Her honeyrain, her sweet green tea,
This summer mist, shes not so fazed,
This cabaret, her love ablaze,
Her evening twirl, shes not so glazed,
Sway on, sway on,
you can make them sigh,

Shes honeyrain that kisses like jazz,
Shes croissants with butter and pizazz,
Sway on, sway on,
you can make them sigh,
Shes honeyrain that feels like jazz,
A sunflower in a vase,
a dancer in the still mirror of their gaze,
Her love ablaze,
With no tears left to cry,
Vibrancies of art
Reynaldo Casison