Sonja Fromerova lyrics

Voice of velvet, peach fuzz clover,

This is Sonja Fromerova.

From her voice alone there comes a vision:

Flowing figures soft and gentle.

Still there is no indecision.

Not a child who runs for cover

Is this Sonja Fromerova.

Will she prove to be this vision

When the eyes make their decision?

Does she flow like some sweet flower

Bent by breeze and dew or shower?

Firm but gentle, sure but knowing,

Sure, mature, but ever growing,

Confidence still spilling over

From this Sonja Fromerova.

Will the dream I dream be over

At the sight of Fromerova?

Or will sight increase the image

Till all doubt within me simmers?

Then before me is this woman,

Ever stimulating to men.

Senses form a fibrous cover

Through which glides this Fromerova.

• Artist:Kate Wolf