Why is she so lovely,
And sweet,
When she sings,
And plays guitar,
Sashaying down the seashell shore,

And though,
Its like a blur,
Like the days and nights,
I still remember her,

For a forever moment,
In time,
She was like a friend of mine,

The midnight is aglow,
Her beauty and soul,
Is wet, and with moonlight,
shes going,
To go bathing,

Why is she so lovely,
And sweet,
Why is she so lovely,
And sweet,
When the moon is aglow,
And she bathes in it,
Nice and slow,
Sashaying down the seashell shore
Reynaldo Casison