This feels just like Another cliché because You're the girl I wanna sit under The stars with On a dark cold night On the roof of my car Cashmere blankets covering Naked bodies Wrapped inside one another Conceiving constellations Fingers pointing as Patterns are shaped within The sky above us
You're the girl I wanna hold So tight that I'll always believe I'll never lose you That the vastness of your beauty Of your warmth and persuasion Never absconds Leaving me searching through Oceans and land Just to taste the water of Your love The purity How tranquil it leaves me Like a baby lulled to sleep
I call you Mary Jane You leave me high and I begin To believe I am at one with Those stars we are naming above Because if I am a star above And you are named as one too We will never lose one another That is why I want to sit With you On the roof top of my car Out in the abyss of my surroundings And stare above and sing a lullaby Of my love And count those stars until Calmed and soothed we fall Into the slumber of love Only a cloud can carry And awake anew to the rising Of the sun The intensity of the passion Imploding within our bodies A fiery sky of red and yellows Until all that is visible is blue Lighting a blank canvas of fields Where we begin to sketch out Our love Yet again.
"I think that I could be fine If I could be Mary Jane Holland tonight I think we'd have a good time If you'd meet me and Mary Jane in Holland tonight."