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.