Who is that girl? No, that one there! The one with raven tresses! I'd love to lure her to my lair Then watch as she undresses Who is that girl? Look, she's standing! Have you seen such lissom thighs? Oh! To swerve her to the landing Then demand her as my prize. Who is that girl? Just see her glide, As graceful as a swan in flight. Oh, to slide along her side And squeeze her to my body tight. Who is that girl? Observe her gaze! Did eyes so ever smoulder? I feel as if I'm now ablaze With flames about each shoulder. Who is that girl? She's coming now! Have you seen such marble skin? I tell you now, behind my brow, Is a mind a brim with sin. Who is this girl, so enslaving? Where this skill to hypnotise? I'm beyond all hope of saving, As I drown, deep in her eyes.