[Verse 1] Who was I dancing with on the table tonight? Was Elizabeth it, goodness doing it right? Was it Hannah, was mercy to sail ship the blow? Or was Evelyn it, giving air to the glow? [Verse 2] Was it Emma, was wholeness my reason to smile? Or was Rachel, was ewe? You will know in a while. By her face on a photo my love let me draw. Was Helene, was light, reason got for my awe? [Chorus] No, Camilla was it. I think that is her name. She’s a herb, she’s a flower, by calling and fame. She is beautiful. Drawing her, I am at ease. As if cheek to cheek dancing, Camilla gives peace. [Verse 3] I don’t know her. I see her. And so everywhere. Every draw which I make is Camilla, I fear. Every photo I pick, every thought, all the same, That specific herb calling, Camilla her name. [Bridge] Now, I am not psychotic; I am not possessed. I’m in love, by this orientation I’m blessed. Every portrait is fine, every eye full of light. When Camilla I draw, I am doing it right.