The first woman I loved, he said,
Her skin was satin and gold.
The next woman I loved, he said.
Her skin was satin and gold.
The third woman I loved, he said,
Was made in a different mold.
She was deeper than me, and said so;
She was stronger than me, and said so.
She was wiser than me, and proved it;
I shivered, and grew cold.
The fourth woman I loved, he said,
Her skin was satin and gold.
