She's wearing pantyhose
under the skirt
God only knows
why she cut a hole There she guides my glove
all along the silk road
God only knows
how much I'd be there ones more.
Tight lose her breast her bra** jail
her mask her tiger bite
no road's beyond the foggy heights Holes in the sky
smell of coffee and good wine
it could be tasty
like a Della Francesca's architecture
appearing in the clouds Through the baroque pattern
of her Cinti heels
I find a road towards China
treasure of mine
gold in those flowers I find