Will she wear a red dress? or will it be blue shade?
Flowery or fitted, hugging all her real curves
Showing the attraction, hitting the mighty nerves
To show skin or be prude, the guys will fight their blade

She doesn't know her deal is blowing my lightning
Making my heart tremble at her every sight
The passion is immense through the lasting blue night
Sunny days are coming, hot dance while it's raining

Will she wear pyjama? or will she bed me nude?
Exposing her blushes, her talented night gown
Making me feeble head hurt by growing around

I don't want to insult or make myself be rude
But her beauty inside, what makes her attractive
A delightful beauty, a sharp mind instinctive