Come, let me play with you, Black Satin Dancer
In all your giving, given is the answer
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the brightest flower in my
garden
Begging your pardon - shedding right unreason
Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons
Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin
Bending the minutes - the hours ever turning on that old gold story of
mercy
Desperate breathing Tongue nipple-teasing
Your fast river flowing - your Northern fire fed
Come, Black Satin Dancer, come softly to bed

Black Satin Dancer, given is the answer
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the brightest flower in my
garden

Come, let me play with you; Come, Black Satin Dancer
In all your giving, given is the answer
Your fast river flowing - your Northern fire fed
Come, Black Satin Dancer, come softly to bed