Don't cry for me, don't misunderstand
Looking through the window
And up to the starry sky,
Thinking of you and the sexy show
That I saw recently in Vegas,
While a love song's lyrics were blasting in my earphones.
Oh la la how incredible you are, my lovely lass.
This is the moment of magic and also of the moans
Of my shy and unfulfilled soul.
I'm traveling to Graceland
Looking for love's parole.
Don't cry for me, don't misunderstand.
Wissai
August 10, 2015
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