Burlesque

I don't think in black and white

But he was black as night

And I am.white with a little bit of butter

Like caramel on ice cream

And chocolate thighs like thunder

Always strike me down

They strike me down 

They strike me down

I hold onto them upside down

I can be erotic ugh

But then chocolate thighs take me away

To a romantical scape

But oh thunder calls my name

And it is deamlike and a little burlesque

I must confess 

I love the thunder

The black thunder