Deep down the long dark country road

My eye was universal.
You gave heat to sheer
nylon taupe so brave.
He raved or she craved
the oui of a Paris year
party girl or panty gril
and not named Sal or Jill
with a rack a hill and a ball.

You shamed wet there.
I loved silky hair.
Weep who will I share
your care for all I sin
for all why song
can't be wrong if you're
the swell of my azure.
Be czar my love win long.