But you are now hiding in the Oval Office,
Because the ‘Chicago Tribune’ met your nakedness! !
Love my muse and learn from my ways,
And like words from your lover in the land of roses;
But i am now inside the Red Hole to rest my mind,
For your foes are now like my woes!
But try to obey those who have the rule over you!For wisdom is not for sale.
So do wake up and make love to me,For i want o cross over the River of Arnon tonight.Black clouds and thick darkness,My love is free for you alone my love;So pay money for the power you use and,Come through this great door of the wilderness of love.She’s barren and has no child,And of a…
11 weeks of sorrow ans 11 weeks of my mind that writes;But i need hot chili pepper from Chile and,A rosted turkey from Turkey to rest my mind on your love.
And like the beautiful cars parked around you,But i need my freedom to be able to pay you a visit.Slim and sleek,And like the muse of your love;But Rose was here yesterday with some roses as i was told!And i promised to meet her once again because of your lovely Castles.
But greater in power and might is my love,And like Zanga in the land of your muse of love.
And i came looking for your love,For you are all that i need.Stand up tall and let me hold your hands,For the window of my heart is always opened to you!And i am ready to live and wait for you once again.
