In a Byzantine harem
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Where, seeking paradise,
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I'd disguised myself as a dog,
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A slave told me:
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Me, I'd like heavy pearls
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Enamelled black pearls
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To be dumb, and almost deaf
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So that you'd soothe me with words
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Words which resemble the sea
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Words that one sees through
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Words of bitterness and love
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Tender words, severe words
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Me, I'd like crowded rooms
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Where stretched out naked on all fours
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Encircled by dogs and chains
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Tasting mysterious liquors
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Drinks of life and drinks of death
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Cups filled to the brim
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I place my moist and eager lips
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On the kneeling stools therein
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Me I'd like a black slave
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With the white teeth, strong and cruel
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Who'd split my shackles wide
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And who'll take me to the sky
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In the damp languor of evening
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Me all white, and he all black
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He'd bite my body, sliding
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With a serpent slow...attack
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Me, I'd like to be a young woman
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Behind glass and iron bars
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As pleasure takes my every breath
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Until sleep, until death
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Beneath my purple-blue eyelids
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You know, I have only one thought
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To be a woman, yes, it's true
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To be a real woman
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God.....please...please
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The Slave
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| Marc Almond |
