I smelled the scent of a thousand flowers
As the gusty whiff comes to my senses
The fragrance of a lily or a rose
From a maiden's perfumed garden of bushes and foes
I spied the swaying patchwork on strings and poles
Waltzing gently to the naughty breeze of the wind
As if aroused to make its shameless, sporadic dances
Leaving time and affairs to chance
A newly washed stain leaves some pocket marks
On my softly enamoured restive feeling
Inducing the very fabric of my being to please
Can't help but show my cowardly prejudice
Lucky is she who wears the silky linen
A profit more for me if I steal it
Before the mistress grasps my evil intention
Cajoled to this small sin is my first mission
But would she bear a sore paw?
One wandering loincloth from among her medley
Surely she's got more cheap colors to show off
Stingy she wont be, this little pretty pink stuff
So I let this evil curse smother me shortly
Before satan begs for a ride
Enough that I smelled the scent of a thousand flowers
Contented to know there's a hidden lily or a rose.
