Hark, the lady slides
Grapevines, smooth into town
Lilting, through her eyes
A crackle in the rooftops, and the rooftops shimmy down
She says that she feels old in the corn fields
But when she lies, she lies young into the breeze
She's born a trouble, born a trouble
In the cocoa leaves
Every step she takes
A bounce in her walk is another, lovely, day
A jingle in her spurs
Amber to the waves
And the jackals paint in streams
All along the plains
And she says, that she steals
A bit of comfort from the shade
As she whirls between the ducks
That run along the bay
Just as the rain
Blushes down upon that water
So she will blush
Into the sky
Blush into the sky
And there's a name
Amaterasu
Doo doo da doo doo
Da doo da doo doo doo
Amaterasu
Doo doo da doo doo
Da doo da doo doo da doo
Oooh oooooooh oooooooooooh
My baby, she is a groover
A real rockin' mover
My baby, she is a groover
And maybe, I'm a fool
I said maybe, maybe I am a fool
Well I might be a fool
But she's a fool too
You take two fools, and what, what do you
Come on, you know the answer
You watch 'em groove