The night is young
and love, is in the air
you're running thru my mind
like a waterfall
giving me the joy of life
and twice nice
like sugar and spices
we'll zest it up-
our fruits of life
now stay with me until eleven
and i'll send you to heaven
with pleasures of joy
but knowing you
you'll stay until two
if you're still there by eight
we know that I was great! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem