I wanna put you in a dinner dress, get you looking like an Italian woman in the countryside. Living off the vine.
The dress will fall to just below your knees
And against the rural wall you’ll lean,
Passioned and endearing, smiling at me
And you’ll wear no shoes.
The dress is delicate and thinly sewn
And your shoulder exposed, so bare and cold
You’ll ask if I’m hungry and I’ll ask if you’ll have me, and you’ll nod soft so angelically.
And when dear woman I kneel before you
I’ll then rise up, approach and embrace you
And your neck and shoulder I’ll make mine, with that beneath the dress so divine.
And we’ll live as star-crossed children in the countryside
Two earth angles off bread and warm wine.
Ren Michael 