I shall not leave the airport
Until I kiss a foreigner belle,
I mean a blonde.
Friend, no life without foreign,
Wisdom will open
After owning a foreigner girl
And you will grow to be cosmopolitan,
One of the global village,
Talking with the mobile handset,
Placing the globe on the palm.
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