Entertaining and delicious as ever,
of the nine women not one fails to catch fire.
No fleetin’ moments, they are engaging,
are valuable for the play of human nature.
Some people smoke, some people drink.
There are floors that hold no meaning.
“There are statues and paintings”, she says,
“and photographs of swimming pools.”
Wherever you are you can always write letters.
Yes, she’d been livin’ there on the erotic planet.
Now she is married, a few years by now.
She has tattoos, is rich and likes the desert.
I know women since long, all kinds of women.
Some men ignore them or make a mistake.
What to do if there is no choice and it isn’t easy?
Some words draw silence, others tell stories.
Entertaining and delicious as ever,
of the nine women not one fails to catch fire.
No fleetin’ moments, they are engaging,
are valuable for the play of human nature.
When she embraces him she gives him a kiss.
On the phone she wouldn’t talk to everyone.
She is laughing and even singin’.
She uses her voice in a flirty way.
To keep away from the door sometimes is better,
too many agents and marshals out there.
Everything tends to become something personal.
She knows to say things in a different way.
I see her in the deeper part of my mind.
I don’t think that life is like a movie.
There are situations that can be appreciated,
but we don’t know and nothin’ can stop you.
Entertaining and delicious as ever,
of the nine women not one fails to catch fire.
No fleetin’ moments, they are engaging,
are valuable for the play of human nature.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany