Olivia
на канале: Peter Lloyd
Queria hablar español, and so
I wandered my way to Bolivia
Now from my cell in the heart of La Paz
I pine for my lovely Olivia
Olivia appeared like a long-lost dream
From Heaven she said God had hastened her
“Sip my elixir of love,” she implored
My trust then I readily placed in her
We sang to the stars of the southern sky
And sipped sucumbé, tea and lemonade
Danced to the whims of her passion until
Polícia cut short our escapade
O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?
My sentence may outlive my life, but now
I must not let misery harden me
Locked in La Paz for the rest of my life
I pray presidente may pardon me
O-li-iv-ia, if God sent you down from the sky to me
O-li-iv-ia, when I asked you your age, why’d you lie to me?
My lovely Olivia. Of course, I forgive ya
Olivia, I give ya my love
Olivia, te doy mi amor
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