she was a pretty little princess

and a rebel from rangoon

nobody knew her real name

but i called her tigermoon

i felt so proud and happy

with this lady by my side

she came to me one day

when i was waiting for a guide

she made my day

but vanished soon

my tigermoon

she had the overwhelming power

of the big tsunami wave

and i was craving for her body

like a starved, outrageous slave

i´d risk my life to have her back

i´d sail across the stormy sea

´cause something in my heart said

that this girl was made for me

she´s like a sweet

june afternoon

my tigermoon

i´ve got an album full of photos

and they always make me smile

she surely captured me with beauty

and she charmed me with her style

i keep on looking for some clues

i surf the internet

but all i´ve got is this old blues

i haven´t found her yet

i´m out of tune

in my cocoon

sweet tigermoon

LARZ GUSTAFSSON, July 22, 2010