On a string of chance, you cross my path.
And with every nerve inside me,
I try to grab…
Onto your solid black skirt,
But you move like lightning.
Your long legs both fighting for the lead…
How your rhythm delights me.
Whether you’re worried, in a hurry
Or strolling right beside me.
You make me feel so high.
I’ve been dreaming nightly.
Of that solid black skirt.