Treasure Island

Miroslava Odalovic

(Montenegro)

Baby baby barefoot I am


Surrender survive
Name delusion rhyme
Pretender revive
In no no mode time
No think no heart
No melody shine

Baby baby barefoot I am
D d d dance
Barefoot I am

Be whatever wherever whenever
Rhythm blast forever cast
Drowned in devotion
Be whoever whyever reason of never
To love me to go with me
My time is loloways now
Swallowed by an ocean

Baby baby barefoot I am
D d d dance
Barefoot I am

Flower bloomed sublime
Will give it up all
If you touch my feet
Name delusion rhyme
Sound of an empty hall
Rushing back to the street

Baby baby barefoot I am
D d d dance
Barefoot I am

©Miroslava Odalović

Submitted: Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Edited: Friday, October 14, 2011
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