Oh, how I feel the blues like a saxophone floozy,
Swimming in this champagne chardonnay Jacuzzi,
With your lips to appear as they do before me,
Like the colour of sin – a bitter sweet strawberry.
Though you may become intoxicated,
Looking through this dazzling glass,
But enchanted garden, I pray you let this hour pass.
Oh my dear beauty,
Expose not all your carnal booty,
For I promise those lips will not be the first or last;
To test and taste my overflowing faith this fast.
Though I may shake the chalice – I make it bubble and boil,
This champagne ocean tipples with trouble and toil,
When it sees the Oyster reveal…
…its twenty-nine most precious pearls.