Florida Angel (Spring / Rio 40 Graus..Cidade Maravilha...Delray Beach)
A Guy Calls Me
A guy that likes to talk,
to me calls everyday.
To you God I pray,
to light his way.
I have no more to say,
he lost his credibility,
On and on, always on the same boredom,
Action he lacks into his own play,
As so far the only one he perfects,
Is his redialing replay.
I have work to do, and the World to explore,
Please nice guy find yourself another affaire,
and let my phone number in rest solitaire.
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