Желанные изгибы

I’ve been searching for her long and in vain Through the woods, across fields, through the swamps again By the edge, where the old lilac stands tall There was a sharp, unremarkable turn after all It led me to a house of timber and wood On designer chicken legs, standing odd and good Turn your back to me, old hag, don’t you see? Can you hear me, The Old Hag? Listen to me! A pretty woman stepped out on the porch so slow What a negligee she wore—oh, how it glowed! Her curves were tempting, the air was thick with scent A promising tang of spirits, bold and intense Her shape is driving me out of my mind It’s clear as day—she’s not wearing a thing I’m lost in a dream, and it’s no kind of lie My hands are drawn to those curves, I can’t help but reach And then I realized I’m already too late The wild party’s been going, the fun’s been great The old lady’s already been swept off her feet They’ve already danced, and there’s nothing left to meet Her shape is driving me out of my mind It’s clear as day—she’s not wearing a thing I’m lost in a dream, and it’s no kind of lie My hands are drawn to those curves, I can’t help but reach