There's the thrill in her voice and on her face,
The clear eyes, in alliance, show she's true,
A quickened heartbeat is not out of place,
She quivers eager: I may just construe...
The clear eyes in alliance show she's true,
When she looks up, as she hears my request;
She quivers eager: I may just construe
She is the woman that I have possessed;
When she looks up, as she hears my request,
She shows a visage so full of appeal,
She is the woman that I have possessed,
For she obeyed at once when bad to kneel;
She shows a visage so full of appeal,
A quickened heartbeat is not out of place,
For she obeyed at once when bad to kneel:
There's the thrill in her voice and on her face.
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