Tap of shoe, slant of eye, crimson rose in hair black as night... |
Swirl of skirt, flash of scarlet Tap of shoe, slant of eye Crimson rose in hair black as night My dancer, Marisa, dance for me Trumpet‘s horn, guitar’s strum Cheer of crowd, dips and twirls Claps of rhythm rhyme her soul My dancer, Marisa, dance for me Hair tossed back, neck exposed Glance over shoulder, fingers’ curl Stretch her arms like wings of fire My dancer, Marisa, dance for me Stir my soul, take my breath Flirt my senses, dress of red Stain my memory with your charm My dancer, Marisa, dance for me |