As I walked along the street, a white rose fell at my feet
I sighted a woman three stories up
A white glove waving for me to come up
The door buzzer let me in, but no elevator seen within
Do I walk up three flights to perhaps sample some delights
When she swung open her door
I couldn’t believe what was in store
All the furniture and walls were white
And matched the woman in this light
Everything everywhere was all white
To my eyes it was no delight
This wasn’t normal I could see, but we sat and sipped some tea
She related her vision of Snow White
And seven lovers that came her way
Would I be number eight today

She approached and grabbed my hand
Whispered to me, I need a man
Her kisses made me understand
She may have some devious plan that I might like, or not at all
Loving her was such a ball until she uttered that is all
And pushed me into the hall
I was number eight all right while under her spell of white
The only part of this delight was the sweet smell of roses
She kept under her bed
If a white rose drops from the sky on this tale you can rely
Should you see a white rose today
Walk quickly away without delay
Or turn around, walk the other way
And you may become number nine instead