A lot of love...

Irma, My Waussie,

While he was wandering, He thinks to himself, Love like this deserved, More. As long as she make him feel that he flies, As if he takes doping, In the shape of her warm love, He wants to be stoned all day long. His heart will work every time a jump out of love for her. And he writes another piece on the longest love letter ever, Just for her, Tell her what a gesture of love for her, Love. That woman with that great look, Whit sultry eyes, Touching every time his sensitive string. What attracts him to her.

What is that what he feels for her, That Aphrodite, Where his heart opened quietly, And went open. A great feeling. All those pleasant moments, He knows for sure that every man will be jealous see him next to a woman like her, He who still adore her. But sometimes she pretends her heart of ice, He knows that this is not the case. Warm and temperamental, That's what she is. They can bring ballads, And promise mountains of gold, With her it is just touching the right sensitive chord.

But damn how many strings she has. An when she makes him happy with a Word. That woman with that amazing diamond look in her eyes, Is the poison in his veins, Which can not be removed, It only shows his heart beat faster for love. Knowing that sometimes she closes her eyes, A kiss, Laugh dream of something else. But that only knows her heart. He just think he have a graveyard of lost feelings, She was gone, Took with her, Something of him. Left behind lot of,

Irma, My Waussie, love.