Rococo Girl Rococo Girl

How I love you so

Roses bloom from your hair and hands

The skirt of your gown blossoming out

A spiral of spring and love

Your dark curls so glossy and woven with care

Delicate hands protected with the finest silk

Mysterious face hidden by a fan

Oh how I lust for you Rococo girl

Please love me Rococo

For you I would perish Rococo

Say you will be mine

Rococo Girl, Rococo Girl