The loft revelers on a high,
From their rainforest cabaret,
Have drifted like butteflies,
Into the evening,

The lovely ladies are by themselves,
Within their candlelit loft,
Still beaming,
like an enchanted moon,

The golden haired lady sighs,
Those revelers were so wonderful,
They seemed moved,
they were sparkling like champagne,
Perhaps they will always remember us,
Whenever they have a rainforest reverie,

The exotic brunnette,
Glowing with romance,
Sighs, they were really cool and lovely,
Takes her by the hip,
in her flowing green dress,
And hums, sweetie,
I'm so glad youre within my caress,
Your love and beauty is all the company,
That I ever really need,
And kisses her upon her tender brow,

She swayed with her the way,
She had always wanted to sway,
Deeply, tenderly, firmly, and sweetly,
In love,
As the jazz, with their ever love,
Caressed their candles,
their svelte,
voluptuous silohuettes,
And the enchanted moon
Reynaldo Casison