Siren Terpsichore

She came to me from the mystic Southern Sea.
 Satin scarfs - like fog around her neck.
 Eyes so bright – they'd shine through the darkest night
 Like a lighthouse glowing in a storm.
 She sang to me with words woven from my dreams.
 In a foreign tongue I'd never heard before.
 Her moves full of grace made me long for her embrace.
 I was her personal puppet on a string.
 Intoxicating scents of foreign lands came my way.
 The world just disappeared behind a blurry veil of grey.
 Her name: Siren Terpsichore
 Siren Terpsichore was her name.
 Intoxicating scents of foreign lands came my way.
 The world just disappeared behind a blurry veil of grey.
 Her name: Siren Terpsichore
 Siren Terpsichore was her name.