By: David John Clare
The bad ones are good
The good ones are bad
I've been had by Philippines girls
So easy to be with
So hard just to leave
Feels right to love them
But the *** ain't for free
She knows my desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed.
She's love starved tonight
For money she'll cry
I'm flying in clouds to that blue Asian sky...
Up for the taste of a Philippines girl
And for the love of a tropical whirl...
The bad ones are good
The good ones are bad
I've been had by Philippines girls
So easy to be with
So hard to leave
So wrong to love them
Her charms aren't for free
She's hungry tonight
For her love I will cry
I'm hungry right now for some sweet cherry pie...
She's all I desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed.
She was love starved that night
I was hungry for pie
I flew away from the clouds of that dark Asian sky...
Just for the taste of a Philippines girl
And for the love of a tropical world...
D. Clare
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Las Vegas, USA
After several sojourns to SE Asia this hip diatribe emerges rather appropriately...DaVe