He was the sultan of Samarcand
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He had a harem of dancing girls at his command
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He owned all the eye could see
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Something was wrong, he wasn't happy
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And then it happened much to his surprise
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The loveliest woman he'd ever seen
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He asked her name and she replied
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Scheherazade
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She was the daughter of the Grand Vizier
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A real beauty with the heart of gold, she was so sincere
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She made a date with destiny
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Marry the king, make him happy
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He was enchanted on their wedding night
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Just a captive under her spell
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Spending a thousand and one Arabian nights
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All of his body tingled with delight
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Hearing the stories she loved to tell
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She was a vision, such a lovely sight
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Scheherazade
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He made a promise on the morning star
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He would change, throw away his scimitar
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So she came to stay
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And that's the why the story goes
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Until this very day
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Scheherazade
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| Peter Cetera |
