Summer for the Dames Lyrics
| Song | Summer for the Dames |
| Artist | Enchantment |
| Album | Dance the Marble Naked |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Enchantment, Jones | |
| Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetry | |
| Wretchedness leaves my eyes desired | |
| As labouring claims those golden hairs | |
| Come appetise my tongue to heavenly moistures | |
| Do lend a breast to gaze upon | |
| Have in summers past all pleasures | |
| Or be them winded in my forehead (fill your dowry needs) | |
| Sleepless (the sound of crashing waves) | |
| Make thyself aroused to a flood of tears | |
| In streaks of day, when owls do cry | |
| And fables tread the primrose path | |
| All that bares in fruit | |
| Sits under the bough that blossoms | |
| Coral lips with a pleasing tale | |
| Touches as a flower with frost | |
| Have like twenty kisses and bide where the billows spoke | |
| Harrow me up with glutton lips, make good the yeast | |
| Endeaver thyself as a whore | |
| Then I'll take towards no pity | |
| O sweet dames like infants of the spring |
| zuo qu : Enchantment, Jones | |
| Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetry | |
| Wretchedness leaves my eyes desired | |
| As labouring claims those golden hairs | |
| Come appetise my tongue to heavenly moistures | |
| Do lend a breast to gaze upon | |
| Have in summers past all pleasures | |
| Or be them winded in my forehead fill your dowry needs | |
| Sleepless the sound of crashing waves | |
| Make thyself aroused to a flood of tears | |
| In streaks of day, when owls do cry | |
| And fables tread the primrose path | |
| All that bares in fruit | |
| Sits under the bough that blossoms | |
| Coral lips with a pleasing tale | |
| Touches as a flower with frost | |
| Have like twenty kisses and bide where the billows spoke | |
| Harrow me up with glutton lips, make good the yeast | |
| Endeaver thyself as a whore | |
| Then I' ll take towards no pity | |
| O sweet dames like infants of the spring |
| zuò qǔ : Enchantment, Jones | |
| Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetry | |
| Wretchedness leaves my eyes desired | |
| As labouring claims those golden hairs | |
| Come appetise my tongue to heavenly moistures | |
| Do lend a breast to gaze upon | |
| Have in summers past all pleasures | |
| Or be them winded in my forehead fill your dowry needs | |
| Sleepless the sound of crashing waves | |
| Make thyself aroused to a flood of tears | |
| In streaks of day, when owls do cry | |
| And fables tread the primrose path | |
| All that bares in fruit | |
| Sits under the bough that blossoms | |
| Coral lips with a pleasing tale | |
| Touches as a flower with frost | |
| Have like twenty kisses and bide where the billows spoke | |
| Harrow me up with glutton lips, make good the yeast | |
| Endeaver thyself as a whore | |
| Then I' ll take towards no pity | |
| O sweet dames like infants of the spring |
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