The waterside is where I belong.
Atop the rocks, along the lake bank,
down underneath palm trees strapped in thongs.
Admiring the silhouette of my dream and its prongs.
The nighttime is when I wake.
Filled with coffee hours of no break.
The night, a perfect time to love
yet, the perfect time to strive.
Such a commotion!
Dear love, I’ve got no choice you see?
I’ve gotta win baby.
Someday I’ll make it up with you juicy
and tell you about these nights all night long hunny.
While I cruise with you in Lamborghini,
eating caviar and champagne with you in Guinea
and making love while all are asleep.
And angels in heaven leap in awe and maybe jealousy.
Together we will laugh at all life takes me through now, babe.
