I AM CAMPING
BABY
HIGH....
HIGH,
IN THE EVEREST MOUNTAINS....
AND YOU COULD NOT
REACH M E
CAUSE I AM IN THE MOUNTAINS....
THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN....
ICE IN MY FACE....
MY HEAD....AND AROUND THE PLACE.....
YOUR DEEPEST MOUNTAIN...IS COLD.....
AN A ROM IS
WHAT CLEAN THE ICE....AND COOL DOWN
MY DESIRES
WHEN I AM IN THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN....
AND YOU ARE FAR AWAY....
LAYING DOWN...
IN MY HORIZON....
FEELING THE WARMTH OF THE SUN.....
SO PLEASE BABY
NO MORE
ROMS
AND ICE
ON MY HEAD...
CAUSE....
I AM DONE
WITH MOUNTAIN EVEREST...TODAY....
AND I AM HEADING MORE DOWN....
DOWN TO YOUR TOES....
THEY MUST BE DESERT, . SANDY, SALTY, DANGEROUS AND DRY....
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