Never will I forget the day,
on which I met sweet Salome.
Whether barefoot or on high heel,
this girl got more than sex-appeal.
Her charm, her style, her wit and smart
made an impression on my heart.
And when she dance, oh when she dance,
I tell you I didn’t stand a chance!
With her hair slapping against my face,
and my arm around her waist,
the look from the eyes of a gipsy,
and my blood is getting tipsy,
life seems so easy, more like a game,
and I sure did’t mind the rain.
It’s tears of angels so far away,
they cannot dance with Salome :-)
© 2024 by Peter Ihme