I book a room at Porto Buzios Bay
Balcony , overlooking bay
Was just a two hour drive from Rio
I was elated while so blue
Making this trip without you
Evening breeze sway the trees
Always made me so forlorn
Reminding me of a love that's torn
Apart for reasons now unknown
Table for one please
She smiles politely
Takes me to a secluded set
Make it a frozen Margarita , no salt
And I toast the town and bay
I have no plans for tomorrow
Nor for any day
All I need is an artist to paint my bay
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
I book a room at Porto Buzios Bay
Balcony , overlooking bay
Was just a two hour drive from Rio
I was elated while so blue
Making this trip without you
Evening breeze sway the trees
Always made me so forlorn
Reminding me of a love that's torn
Apart for reasons now unknown
Table for one please
She smiles politely
Takes me to a secluded set
Make it a frozen Margarita , no salt
And I toast the town and bay
I have no plans for tomorrow
Nor for any day
All I need is an artist to paint my bay
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