Ladies of leisure,
with their eyes on the back roads.
All looking for strangers,
to whom they extend welcomes
With a smile and a glimpse of
pink knees and elbows;
Of satin and velvet
good ladies, good fortune.
Ladies.
They sing of their heroes:
of solitary soldiers
Invested in good health
and manner most charming.
Whose favors are numbered
(none the less well intended)
By hours in a minute;
by those ladies who bless them.
Ladies.
