I'm almost sure that this is
A hit and miss
But we'll go for it anyway
Something to consume
Summer days
And produce heartaches.
But I'd rather be a fool
And find lo and behold
Find fool's gold,
Than walk past
And miss out
On my diamond mine
Of love that is in mind.

I'm almost sure,
But not completely certain
So let's act it out
Let's raise the curtain.