Scheherazade

He was the sultan of Samarcand He had a harem of dancing girls at his command He owned all the eye could see Something was wrong, he wasn't happy And then it happened much to his surprise The loveliest woman he'd ever seen He asked her name and she replied Scheherazade She was the daughter of the Grand Vizier A real beauty with the heart of gold, she was so sincere She made a date with destiny Marry the king, make him happy He was enchanted on their wedding night Just a captive under her spell Spending a thousand and one Arabian nights All of his body tingled with delight Hearing the stories she loved to tell She was a vision, such a lovely sight Scheherazade He made a promise on the morning star He would change, throw away his scimitar So she came to stay And that's the why the story goes Until this very day