two-verse rough demo of The Cult-style hot-chick adore-roar
jes' my 'magination once again...
THE SAMANTHA PLEAS
unmistakeable
cut-the-cakeable
creamy caramel hair
true detectable
trés delectible
diamonds spin in her air
she doesn't know
but I'm in her breeze
holding her hand
fall in the trees
hiking it slow
Samantha please
denim vanity
silk humanity
honey eyes drip with grace
lunar levity
solar gravity
pulling me into her space
sun on the snow
drops into streams
she's stroking a wake
on the lake of my dreams
I would but I'm cold
Samantha please
breezy brilliance
frisky business
angels lurking around
inner wilderness
flaming promises
if I can stand on her ground
I wanna be real
I want you to tease
I don't wanna steal
but I've got my needs
I'm needin' to feel
I've got to reveal
I'm ready to deal
Samantha please
words by Ed Bertrand
©2003 Edward W. Bertrand
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
reprinted by permission