Aria

The sea’s a dancing mirror, twisting brightly on the tide, a breeze has you stand there, my being demands a throne, any jukebox lights my fire, don’t act the holy one, can you be less bitter, this shining star of mine, your summer of whisky tremors, aboard your sloop Carona, sailing dangerously miles wide, please don’t stop to moan, keep me flowing like a river, fill my cup of singing pride, love me while I consider, if I make a show, will you always be inclined, to buy me shoes, perfume, clothes, want me as your bride ?