Cherise was brushing her long hair gently down
It was the afternoon of carnival as she brushes it gently down
Rubin was strumming his painted mandolin
It was inlaid with a pretty face in jade
Played in the carnival parade
Cherise was dressing as Pirouette in white
If you could see in my heart you would know it's true
There's none Cherise, except for you,
Except for you
I'd swear to it on my very soul, If I lie, may I fall down cold
When Rubin played on his painted mandolin
The breeze would pause to listen in before going its way again