I had seen some great beauty But it hadn’t been much on my mind Mere beauty didn’t much move me Cute was not enough to catch my eye I could appreciate it but I didn’t crave it Until I saw her that morning In her long dress as black as the night Hair as blonde as the summer’s first rye
I could tell that she was an enigma A riddle I needed to solve Darkness that mixed with a bright light Sharp coarseness to silken soft tounge Sadness inside of a coy smile A curious mix of black and blonde
Think maybe I could cure her sadness Relieve her of dark loneliness I’m afraid but I want to be closer To be held inside her tight embrace I'm loving her dark and am loving her light So very weak for her And I'm so very weak for black and blonde