Love In Spe
why wouldn't you smell like rain
and smile like the sun
why wouldn't you smuggle cocaine
and carry a gun
why wouldn't your eyes be the water
reflecting summer sunbeams
why wouldn't you be a globtrotter
with a rucksack and pair of jeans
why wouldn't your hair be the threads of gold
made of captured rays of sun
why wouldn't you be like the author of Marogold
not really sane, but a special one
why wouldn't your lips taste like strawberries
grown under the strongest sun of Spain
why wouldn't you be eagerly sharing
happiness with me, not living in vain
so when I finally find you baby
sitting on this desert stone
don't doubt and don't say maybe
give me your hand. Why don't we go home?
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