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30-Year Fantasy

The wide-eyed wonder of a child,

Thunder and lightning,

They make me smile.

Green eyes soft, come sit for a while;

A cultivated girl with a country style.



I was a boy, you were a woman.

My fantasy, my fantasy.

30 years later now things look a little bit different.

And baby, I need love to set me free.


Well carnival laughter and silouettes,

A room lit by two cigarettes.

Flutes of champagne and caviar,

Forget what’s real and who we really are!




Pick me up in a Mercedes Benz.

Dinner and music with family and friends.

The question is :

Where does it end ?

The canival stops where reality begins !




Music /lyrics:

Bobby Dunn

©January 2010

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