Future margaritas aren't marginal
We're bound to climax beneath coconut trees
Let's activate what we've been waiting for
The exact scenery means little to me
As long as your breeze returns each morn
After taking my breath the night before
Some might think I'm hayseed for assuming
But this melted heart believes it's possible
To merge complete into your sweet center
We could make our own nirvana



i love this song im glad you used it 






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