You shake, I sweat, it stings
I ache, you’re wet, I cling 
Your thighs, your breasts, my cheek
Your eyes, undress, don’t speak 

Since when, on time, you smiled 
Since then, oh I’m, beguiled 
So pure, your skin, tiptoe 
I’m sure, you win, don’t go 

Like Gina Lollobrigida in “Belles de Nuit”
Like Gina Lollobrigida in “Belles de Nuit”

I stare, for too long, and you woke

Your hair, a song, I stroke
I’m glad, this breeze, so still 

You’re sad, but please, I will 

Like Gina Lollobrigida in “Belles de Nuit”
Like Gina Lollobrigida in “Belles de Nuit”