Mad Words Without Shame

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In a noisy restaurant hall
Amid glee and lies and all
--- Haven for a poet's flight ---
At a nearby table dining
I see you, you sit reclining
In a beam of nighttime light.
How it happened, how it slips,
A wish from my wild lips,
Lost my crazy head as I aver:
Oh what a woman, oh what a woman
Want one just like her.
Oh what a woman, oh what a woman,
Want one just like her.

Between earth and sky I go
And the floor is far below
My feet as I dance with you.
I am dizzy and unsure
I am drunk on the allure
On the scent of your perfume.
Oh how close our bodies came
And mad words without shame
To you I softly whisper.
Oh what a woman, oh what a woman
Want one just like her.
Oh what a woman, oh what a woman,
Want one just like her.

With another you will go,
He's caressed you long, I know,
I won't walk you home, I sigh.
Fire burns  all through my heart,
You're not mine, we're apart,
Why, then, am I jealous, why?
How much wine do I need,
So that memory will heed
And forget that crazy wish forever!
Oh what a woman, oh what a woman,
Want one just like her.
Oh what a woman, oh what a woman,
Want one just like her.
--- Freestyle (Russian pop group of the 80s), "Oh What A Woman."

How many times, on listening to that song, I wished that someone could say that about me!

I don't think there is another like me. And for all the women reading this post, and the men, I do not think there is another like you either.