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On a Tropical Island

I wish I were stranded on a tropical island

A tropical island with you

You could make art from coconuts and starfish

Yeah, coconuts and starfish might be a good place to start

 

And I could build a crude instrument

Out of a conch shell and driftwood

And tightly roll a papaya leaf to use for a string

Or two

Then I could play and you could sing

We wouldn't want for anything

Serenading each other by the light of the moon...

 

Every evening we could snuggle underneath the stars

You could be Venus, I could be Mars

We could lay our differences aside (except the good ones)

I'm safe in you, you're safe in me,

No need to hide

 

I wish I were stranded on a tropical island

A tropical island with you

And we'd bake clams in the hot, hot sand

Under the afternoon Sun

And brew a crazy chowder using sea salt and kelp (help!)

Then we'd make love on the beach as the water nips at our toes

Under the setting sun when the day is done

 

By a waterfall I'm calling you...

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Written by
alan-dickson
Canadian
Published
Sep 30, 2013
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For my 'feline' love

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