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