So pour me a martini,
pour me two in fact-
make sure they overflow,
make sure it's so.
She's fair
so fair,
fairer then the wind,
a captivating wind.
Her eyes don't explain the sea,
the sea explains her eyes,
a sea too beautiful
to be.
So pour me a martini,
pour me three actually,
for I will never have....
...lovely Miss Martina.
2 comments:
Why does this remind me of Bond, James Bond.
Martinis are good. Pour me one too.
its about Martina you chauch.
and its lovely Rachel.
xxx.
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