I’d love to set the world on fire
A few have done just that
But guess it isn’t in my stars
Or stripes or leaves or bars
I’d like to set the world on course
I need a map and ships
In the meantime draw me nearer
To your fragrant lips
Now I never want to leave
Your warm and pleasant side
It’s better than the briny breeze
A throbbing is my guide.
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