Sexual Danger Letra

You seem like a hard-working woman as I pass your country door now with a hand on your hip - slightly breathless you give me a humourous bow And I am a weary stranger I return the gesture with a smile then something locks between us And my soul is yours for a hundred years and a mile Now your door is a place of worship where serenga and lavender grow when you step forward from the darkness your shadow moves so slow With a hand on your hip in the stillness the summer air is alive and you have the air of a goddess and there is nothing in this world I cannot give