Her lovers in her veil, dance,
At every chance, romance.
-W.E.
You can’t contain yourself when in her presence.
Your dance is not the tango,
or the waltz,
It’s the hearts pounding,
the thunderbolts.
Her lovers in her veil, dance,
At every chance, romance.
-W.E.
You can’t contain yourself when in her presence.
Your dance is not the tango,
or the waltz,
It’s the hearts pounding,
the thunderbolts.
