To me you are perfection charred just right,
a 'looker' in those lips of ruby red!
You are God's desert morsel of delight.

While some may view you as a thing of fright,
a maiden of disdain, a thorn of dread,
to me you are perfection charred just right!

With musk applied to lobes you're such a sight
to dwell where only angels dare to tread;
you are God's desert morsel of delight!

And in a full eclipse of lofty height,
you strike a pose with beauty overhead!
To me you are perfection charred just right.

In flaming frocks that swish with beads of light,
you rule among the boughs on desert's bed.
You are God's desert morsel of delight.

So stand your ground midst rivalries and fight
to flaunt your splendor with the ones well bred.
To me you ARE perfection charred just right;
you are God's desert morsel of delight!