The lovely ladies,
The golden haired lady,
And exotic brunnette,
Are dressed in their leather jackets,
Evening dresses, and thigh high boots,

Some green and golden leaves,
Sway enchantingly,
Upon the maple trees,
Caressed by the wind,
And kissed by the Sun,

The exotic brunnette,
Sighs, the autumn leaves,
Upon the maple trees,
Are so poignant and beautiful,
Lets sway, rake, and sweep the leaves,
Upon the green,

So there they are in their cherry berets,
Leather jackets, evening dresses,
And thigh high boots,
Swaying like sunflowers,
Raking and sweeping autumn leaves,
Upon the green,

Their beauty,
Illuminated by the street lamps,
Their moonlit hair flowing,
Like waves,
Their evening dresses,
Dancing in the wind,

The golden haired lady,
Tenderly sighs, with mist,
In her sweet eyes ,
These lovely autumn leaves,
Wont feel the rain,
Warmth of the sun,
Kiss of the moon,
Anymore,

The exotic brunnette,
Salsas to her lovers hips,
And caresses her,
Lovingly,
And kisses the tears,
from her misty eyes,

As the evening rain,
Sweetly kisses,
Their windswept hair,
The rose moon parts the clouds,
And caresses,
the lovely ladies,
With a warm, loving stillness
Reynaldo Casison