There's a tale Scheherazade doesn't tell

There is one secret story

She is keeping to herself

In the thousands of words she has spoken

Not one is revealing the truth

In the moonlight she opens her mind

There's a new blooming wonderland

Of fantasy to find

Graceful hands will be dancing till sunrise

Fine lyrics illumining her eyes

Mmm

She's the goddess of poems and tales

But she's not

If her bright imaginations once should fail

If her well should run empty

Her Muse dry out simply

At nine hundred ninety

She loses it all

Scheherazade feeds the Sultan's romance

A broken trance

And her wise head will fall

Oh

Oh

She's a phoenix of fables and plays

But tonight

She will have to prove it to her fianc é

She will make him imagine

He's Sultan Aladdin

And she is his Jasmine

Their love will go on

Scheherazade

Freed the bright nightingale

Her final tale

Counting 1001

Woo

Woo

That's the secret she keeps to herself

Mmm

To herself