I hold manicured fingers,
Stepped down the river
Embraced firmly, jumped on board
If stumble, come down together
Over a roar current, I whispered
Turn her head, cheek met cheek
Closed her eyes not seeing my lips
I freed my hand off the wheel
Climb up the river bank, drove a Land rover
Speed up going home before the end of December
With a girl in a red dress
Made up my mind, harbored my heart
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