MY FRECKLED GIRL

I remember how I met her.

First I heard her wooden clogs.

She was wearing a hippy outfit,

which included a small black dog.

"Charm the dog!" , was the final answer.

He gave me one fair chance.

I became her dearest dancer.

So we started our dance.

She's the one I want for me.

She's the one I want to touch,

just like moonlight caresses the sea.

My freckled girl, I love so much.

I discovered new sensations,

a revolution in my head

and I'm sorry for each moment,

that we didn't spend in bed.

I'm so glad, that I'm a victim

of the energy I got.

I want to kiss each sexy freckle

and, good god, she has a lot.