And two people...

Irma, My Waussie,

They say why don't you give up, And take your love to home. Do not ever write it on a piece of paper again, So his love can be read no more. To stop writing about her and his love, It will driving him crazy. Even when there is a bit of love for him, He will not stop writing about her love. The love that he needs so hard to write. A need for the sultry soft voice, Which simply saying in middle of the night. hey dear, you do not need to worry.

She would listen to the voice of a heart, Her heart, Her voice. It's really just simply delicious, That feeling to love her. His love is damn real, While she thought it was probably a season in the sun, A puppy love silly and dumb. It was more and she knew it. He wasn't only sixteen, She must have seen it. He was in love with, That she felt and seen. You may say I'm a dreamer, because other steps on her heart, cheat on her.

It is not that she does not see his love. She is and remains true, For her he continue to keep that piece of intensity, Even though they call him an idiot. Good love they say. Do not come easily of the floor. Are required time, Patience and two people, Full of love passion who want to be with her,

Irma, My Waussie, Her the love.