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I Wrote A Song About You Tonight
To be real, a real story to tell, to sing or just get real.
The second city scattered her nocturnal vividness
The second me played with pourquoi pas thoughts
The third interaction with you I tried to bypass
The fourth eye gaze I was yours, landlocked
The clouds the depths I wanted to cry La Joie de Vivre, with you.
Lenaît la peau, new level of untouched human warmth
My Parisian self walked out the prison of emotions in faraway Latin lands
and skipped the romantic streets of Les Champs Elysées.
Deixa linda, vamos ficar nessa praia indecisa por agora, seja sempre, mas deixa esta noite, linda.
It’s blooming today, at night time, I took out my pencil and have been sketching circles and circles and bubbles bubbles and wonders of wanders I am drifting away with a screenplay I am writing to predict apfelkuchen laughter on grassy patches later, maybe tomorrow, most definitely not never.
Pero no le voy a invitar, the fifth time would be half by mistake, half by patiently waiting and half by writing you a song tonight. I’m 150% in.
I lied, this morning.
I wrote you a song this morning.
And I am waiting for you to sing.
Not the…
