i'm right here baby,
arms outstretched awaiting for your coming.
what's with the tears?
why the smudged mascara my lady
for i'm here,
to drive away all your fears.
we'll be happy,
i promise,
we'll be happy,
so will be our little tortoise,
in our little patio with the fishes,
where we sat there and reminisce
we'll be happy,
won't we?
