You know, on a different day, we could have been together,

　　But I was born too young, and I too old,

　　But you were there, when the youth, began to grow,

　　You were there, when the heavens ordered us,

　　Eternally in love, for yearning, to be thrown to the abyss,

　　For it to be satisfied, for an evening,

　　For it to be satisfied a third time,

　　To be elevated to heavenly body,

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　　For that sweet evening,

　　I`ll wait for eternity,

　　I`ll yearn for the evening moon,

　　The howling wolves,

　　The space riders,

　　For the mothership,

　　On the precipice,

　　Of your gentle body,

　　My dear, my lover,

　　My little fire starter,

　　My gentle moon campfire,

　　My soft Mary Rose,

　　My holy maiden,

　　My evening gown,

　　Fine wine and dining,

　　Parasail gliding,

　　My moment passing,

　　This love we`re sharing,

　　This gentle hill, we`re climbing,

　　We`re falling, evening wedding bells,

　　We`re caught,

　　Take it home, MCR,

　　It`s not a fashion statement,

　　It`s a war, an evening of poker,

　　And hold her,

　　And waiting,

　　And silently leaving,

　　And elegantly waiting to pounce,

　　And jumping into her arms,

　　And the next thing I know, Alice was crying on my face,

　　And I was like, why, its all over the place,

　　And I drifted by, said hi,

　　Clearly, making my exit,

　　Saying bye,

　　These mushrooms are wild,

　　Little forest girl, don`t let him in,

　　Ah, I guess I`ll fall,

　　On the soft cushion weaver,

　　Trying to make a place,

　　For that sweet tushy.