Hey, you pretty girl in pink.
Tell me a song that I should sing.
Or, should I buy you some wine and a ring?
You’re my queen, can I be your king?
Oh, your smile, that lights my green.
Yonder I look, is this a dream?
Up I fly, my thoughts so high.
Nothing but truth, and not a lie.
The sky is clear and the sun is so bright,
Up I fly, much higher than a kite.
Eyes you have, so dark and deep.
You’ll go away, wouldn’t I weep?
Don’t you go my love, my life?
For, with you I want to jive.
I love you and I couldn’t be wrong.
Come to me and I’ll sing you a song.
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