Of men and women
It is a strange thing
The dance they weave
An unchoreographed series of steps
Yet the closing is always the same
The irresistable passion that draws and binds
puts Methuselah to shame.
Of men and women
It is a strange thing
The dance they weave
An unchoreographed series of steps
Yet the closing is always the same
The irresistable passion that draws and binds
puts Methuselah to shame.
