We are lovely as much as we want to be,
We are the lovely ladies,
tender and sweet,
with enchanted reveries,
We are the shimmer of the waves,
The ethereal glow of the moon,

Our love is glowing upon an exotic shore,
Where we chill with the seashells, bonfire,
And sweet symphony of waves,
When we're not by the shore,
we're usually upon our garden veranda,
our tender gypsy souls,
gazing with wanderlust at the waves,
The moon and the champagne stars,

The golden haired lady sighs,
When I was a dancer,
swaying through sunflower fields,
I dreamed of another dancer,
Who swayed with loving rhythms,
An enchanting Beauty fine and sublime,
Who would love me,
from the tender depths,
of her soul,
I didn't have many dresses to sway in,
However I would dance,
like a sunflower anyway,
feeling that somehow, somewhere,
Some crescent evening she with her love,
Would dance beside and for me,

The ethereal candle moon,
With its glowing romance,
Tenderly parts the midnight clouds,

And the exotic brunnette hums,
When I was a dancer,
Swaying through mango vineyards,
I dreamed of another dancer,
Who swayed with tender,
sunflower rhythms,
A sublime Beauty, fine and ethereal,
Who would love me,
from the sweet depths,
Of her soul,
I didn't have many heels to dance in,
Yet still I would dance,
Like a mango blossom anyhow,
Feeling that somewhere, somehow,
Some lovely evening, she with her Beauty,
Would sway for and beside me,

The lovely ladies were sighing,
These sweet reveries to one another,
Both of them sensuously sipping,
Their champagne and fine wine,
Misty eyed and glowing,
with the blush of the moon,

Wow, wow, wow,
The golden haired lady tenderly sighed,
Our stars our sparkling like champagne,

Sweet, sweet. sweet,
The exotic brunnette enchantingly,
hummed,
Our moon is blushing like fine wine
Reynaldo Casison