Love is in the air,
blowing through her hair,
she shouts she has nothing to wear,
that is her problem to bear,
I believe she should go bare,
let the people stare, but
we must play fair.
The sun is out to play,
I wish we could stay,
This way, for more then a day,
I must lay down, look around,
and let my mind wonder under,
the sun, a day full of fun.
It was gone in an instant, things were different,
The rain has come, to the call of a drum,
who knows where from? Night is falling, fast
leaving us with our memorys of the past, say goodbye to the light, and hello to our endless fight. I know it will never be quite alright, despite her sweet invite to her sweet laugh of delight.