Hop while you hear,
Leap while you see,
Smile while you can,
There's better nothing that matters now than this.
. . . .
Where the eyes meet,
Where the ears lock,
Where the noses smell,
And the lips feast,
There's better nothing that matters now than this.
. . . .
See the sights swift,
Watch the glances glow,
Feel the hands meet,
And look how the scene rises easily from within the marble floor,
There's better nothing that matters now than this.
. . . .
Won't you turn around?
Won't you splash your hair?
Won't you feel those cheeks?
Won't you wield your wondrous smiles?
And sing the song from the voices in the glasses?
There's better nothing that matters now than this.
. . . .
Let us spin our waists in beautiful steps.
Let us throw our dresses in merry decisions.
Let us cast our royalties in a faithful bond.
Let us call our souls with a holy toast.
There's better nothing that matters now than this.
. . . .
