To martinique, that monserrat mystique Afternoon delight Cocktails and moonlit nights That dreamy look in your eye Give me a tropical contact high Way down in Kokomo
forever young, i wanna be forever young.
when the lines have been rehearsed a million and one times.
written in a trance after a lushed night too many the words come flying flawlessly gloriously but only seems so when the mind is befuddled and the eyes, indifferent