She has an Ingres back

She is a violin

And when she’s in his arms

She sweetly plays for him

She doesn’t know the words

He doesn’t know the tune

There’s a duet of sorts

In that sweet dark bedroom

His fingerwork is good

Her mouth is soft and warm

While she is in his arms

They will not come to harm

Her voice is like a lute

And y...

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