Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Yo! I love you so.
When ya blow your kisses to me,
You smell of fresh freedom.
Just out of the oven freshly baked,
Your beaming eyes beckon freedom.
You rocked the moon, you wanna jive in Mars
Oh baby lets tango till Saturn looses charm.
The stars on your flag, they shine in your soul,
They erupt in the skies,
And you want to party with them all.
You are drunk with freedom.
You are happy, you are Gay, you are straight you are the way,
America my love, marry me, I am your darling Indian Elvis Presley.
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