Dressed Like Saturn
Dressed like Saturn,
Girdled by those cosmic belts
She asks me, darling,
What's your favorite planet?
Smelling like roses,
Petals spewing from her mouth
Every time she speaks
Darling, she asks,
What's your favorite flower?
Dressed like twilight,
Holding me in her arms,
Under the moonlight,
Darling, she asks,
What's your favorite time of the night?
Dressed like Saturn,
Girdled by those cosmic belts
She asks me, darling,
What's your favorite planet?
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