For my darling Prince
Prince Please don’t runaway I love you
I love everything about you
And it’s funny I hardly even know you
I love your angelic skin that glows
I even love the length of your golden beautiful long hair
So please don’t run away I love you
And I heard your eyes are as blue as the crystal blue
Though you live in the desert I’m aware you ever seen it
And you’re so handsome that the world continues to stare
All just for you
I love you I love you I love you
and yet I hardly know you
and yet I hardly know you
From the seas from faraway in the ocean I watched her head towards land from the boat
A girl looking about twelve year‘s old with mousy long brown hair walking close on the shimmering sands a little too far away from home
I watched her grow beautiful over the years l I pinch myself because I thought of her in my dreams she is more beautiful than I have imagined
And then looking again close at the coast head above the water she is gone again and now I am gone again from the scene of enemy ships
It’s her… perhaps its Aretha …perhaps it’s really her this time perhaps it’s time for a reunion…
For my darling Prince
Prince Please don’t runaway I love you
I love everything about you
And it’s funny I hardly even know you
I love your angelic skin that glows
I even love the length of your golden beautiful long hair
So please don’t run away I love you
And I heard your eyes are as blue as the crystal blue
Though you live in the desert I’m aware you ever seen it
And you’re so handsome that the world continues to stare
All just for you
I love you I love you I love you
and yet I hardly know you
and yet I hardly know you
From the seas from faraway in the ocean I watched her head towards land from the boat
A girl looking about twelve year‘s old with mousy long brown hair walking close on the shimmering sands a little too far away from home
I watched her grow beautiful over the years l I pinch myself because I thought of her in my dreams she is more beautiful than I have imagined
And then looking again close at the coast head above the water she is gone again and now I am gone again from the scene of enemy ships
It’s her… perhaps its Aretha …perhaps it’s really her this time perhaps it’s time for a reunion…