A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES June 25/85 Karl Rigelhof

With a swing of your hips
And a lick of your lips
You strut on by
A sight for sore eyes

With a crack of your whip
And a snap from/of your finger tips
You get what you want
You love to flaunt
Your superiority
Your sexuality

With a tightening of your grip
Into the darkness you slip
Another shadow in the night
You steal away the light

With/from a crystal glass you sip
Tears from their eyes drip
You drink until it's dry
You think it's weak to cry
You are cruelty
You are futility

With a smile (on your face) you dip
Into the coolness of your trip
You jet too far away
But you will be back some day