Salem

She's wearing pantyhose
under the skirt
God only knows
why she cut a hole

There she guides my glove
all along the silk road
God only knows
how much I'd be there ones more.
Tight lose her breast her brass jail
her mask her tiger bite
no road's beyond the foggy heights

Holes in the sky
smell of coffee and good wine
it could be tasty
like a Della Francesca's architecture
appearing in the clouds

Through the baroque pattern
of her Cinti heels
I find a road towards China
treasure of mine
gold in those flowers I find