Amanda was a cunning woman
Her skin was as white as snow
And her lips were as red as blood
She had the height of tropical trees
And shape of a lamp


Amanda was a cunning woman
Sat on the rocks to play her flute
Danced the salsa like nobody
Every man yearned for her
But no man would reach her
As she was like a star


Amanda was a cunning woman
Hated the smell of smoke
Hated making beds
And also hated organising the house
But like partying all times


Amanda was a cunning woman
Promised Harry lots of love
For she loved him so much
Danced salsa with Harry
And payed the flute with her


Amanda was a cunning woman
The bad was inflicted on Harry
Amanda took care of Harry
Bathed him and clothed him
For she was caring



Amanda was a cunning woman
For she felt tired
Took Harry to transfer all his money to her


Love that existed in Amanda
Died leaving no traces behind


As Harry was sitting
A letter flew to him
From his lovely Amanda


Goodbye my love
I bathe you
Cloth you
And feed you
But you can't do that to me
I can't live in this kind of life

Leaving Harry betrayed and heartbroken