As I said,
Damp from a spring of warmth,
Turn cold from tropical rain,
I will always be there for you,
And boy, I am loyal to a fault,
Its undeniable,
You have a part of me now,
Wrapped with Guatemalan textiles,
Nica punch drunk love,
Black sand Tuncos,
Ha, you betta Belize that we are in Rica now,
But of what?
Cuz all I see is red,
Volcano dust in our shoes,
Pools of remarkable beauty,
Green has been redefined all over,
Mayans of steps and unnatural carpeted peaks among the rolling hills,
I wish it was as simple,
But it’s time to roll the dice,
And fill our souls,
Complimentary of Margaritas,
As we cross our fingers and pray for no dicky bellies,
But memorable blokes and worldly laughs,
Fortune is bursting and I can only smile,
Damn, Blue Eyes,
We live well.
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